Correction Lyrics Chopstick by NLE Choppa

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Yeah
(KJ whatchu got goin' on man?)
B*t*h, I'm a winner
NLE b*t*h
Yeah b*t*h I'm a winner yeah
B*t*h I'm a, b*t*h I'm a, yeah

B*t*h, I'm a winner, y'all n***as bitter
Took back the bag when I gave it to feds
She stole my business, had to forget her
We threw your sh*t, and we took down your set
B*t*h, I'm a winner, y'all n***as bitter
Took back the bag when I gave it to feds
She stole my business, had to forget her
We threw your sh*t, and we took down your set

Three, four, five thousand we didn't know they broke
I've been the man now I need me some O's
Me, NLE, KJ, came with the most
Racing the [?] I came with the ghost
Trap out the fullest give momma my dough
Momma call out tell me "you gonna grow"
Hello? I don't take no for an answer, no, no
I just keep going, I live for the smoke
Uh, no, we send up coast
Uh, no, new Burberry coats
Uh, no, I wanna, uh, ay KJ put that back on
I ain't show n***a my dough, cause I know when I leave they gon' kick in the door
Had to go cop me a pound of the smoke
Been through like five pounds and I ghost
This sh*t ain't caught me, but I hit the roll
N***as keep talkin', but they do not know
Pull up and fade on a n***a fo' sho'
Coupe worth ten racks, I want more
I want a Bentley and one for my ho
She leave me alone, different time zone
Been on the road, get the bag when I want
My n***a J told me n***a's a [?]
Spin on the cut now we ready to go
N***as been talkin' wreckless, oh no
N***a yo' second chance you gotta fold
Pull up my n***as are ready for war
B*t*h, I'm a winner, y'all n***as bitter
Took back the bag when I gave it to feds
She stole my business, had to forget her
We threw your sh*t, and we took down your set
B*t*h, I'm a winner, y'all n***as bitter
Took back the bag when I gave it to feds
She stole my business, had to forget her
We threw your sh*t, and we took down your set

I'm a sinner, I'm stuck in my ways
I'd do anything, so I can get paid
That choppa it cut him, it cut like a blade
This chain on my neck, you would think I'm a slave ay
But wait, big Glock, big Gat
My Glock workout cause the b*t*h got a six-pack
Hit him one time and hit him again
I cut off his head and mail it to his friend
You now I'm repeatin' committin' the sins
I'm sorry lord, but I did it again
That n***a ain't dead, what? Pow, pow, pow, pow
Four shots, make the young n***a drop
Y'all n***as, y'all snitchin', they talkin' to cops
You know what it is, we ain't doin' no tellin'
If I catch a charge, you know that I'm jailin'
I rob with the pistol, you know we some felons
We lookin' for opps tryna knock out they melons, yeah
NLE b*t*h
F**k n***a
KJ whatchu got goin' on man?

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