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Man Down
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NLE Choppa
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Man Down Lyrics NLE Choppa D.A. got that dope NLE the Top Shotta Brr, brr Ayy, ayy I wanna relax and chill, but I’m like “Where do I go?” The shit I imagined, it unfolded, my dreams came true (My dreams come true) Who would’ve knew? Youngest nigga in the clique with the juice (Juice) A couple troops they come in twos, .223’s at you crew We give a fuck ’bout what he said, I just care ’bout where he at Put the Glock right to his neck, we gon’ take a nigga breath Don’t you stare wrong at my bro I keep .30’s, I call it Heron Keep your head on They say I’m dead wrong I live like Teflon Scared of who? Scared of you? You bleed just like I do (You bleed dead like I do) Couple sticks up in this coupe, it ain’t no cockin’ we shootin’ (Ain’t no cockin’ we shootin’) Meditated like a Buddhist, I done knocked some Medusas (I done knocked some Medusas) I ain’t gotta walk in the gym, but they know I’m the shoot (Bitch, you know I’m the shoot) Fell in love, felt a lotta love, but fuck it I’m paid (Oh) Would she suck me the same if I had minimum wage? (Oh) Do you look at me as opportunity or a face? (Oh) How the fuck you say you love me, but I’m stuck in my ways? She suckin’ dick, she fuckin’ dick just for the clout and the fame My brother knocked the nigga head off, he asked for a chance (he asked for a chance, brr) Part of the gang, revenge, always hear the pain (Brr, brr, brr, brr) Speak on my name, the last nigga did, he can’t type the same Controllin’ and rollin’, I sent the pack, I’m on the road (I sent the pack, I’m on the road) I’m dopin’, I’m dozin’, I’m sleepin’ over beside his sofa (I’m sleepin’ over besides his sofa) He bogus, don’t know him We poppin’ at him like a soda (We poppin’ at him like a soda) Play with your life like it’s poker, we give him joker, then we dope him I raise my vibration, I’m elevated, I got patience I changed my cadence, I paid it, they say I sound like I’m Jamaican I know they hatin’, they see I made it, I put it in they faces Segregated from all the hatred, I’m breathless Take a ride with me, don’t worry no more (Don’t worry no more) ‘Cause we gon’ make it to the top (We gon’ make it to the top) Pull it straight up out the lot (Pull it out the lot) We gon’ execute the plot Get the jewels and all the guap (Get the jewels and all the guap, put your faith upon that mission) Shots fired, man down, woah (We gon’ leave him swimmin’ with the fishes [?] mission) Ayy, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid clowns, we gun ’em down (eh, eh, woah) Ayy, stuck to the ‘bow and I’m clutchin’ my chrome, you already know what I’m on I go do a song, I get in my zone, now she wanna suck on my bone I’m high as fuck, I feel like a cone, I just hope I make it home I thought I missed a shot, I hit him right on the dot, I made him stop (I made him stop, ayy) How many shots, etcetera-cetera, ’til my gun had to stop (Ayy) This is no Beretta-rettera, this is a glizzy Glock (Ayy) Scared of who? Scared-scared of what? Bitch, he ain’t scared of nothin’ One pop, he pop, we pop, we crash Get back to the car, we know we gon’ flash You heard what I said, better go do the dash Better not crash, don’t drive too fast Shorty in the scat, then I’m on your ass Drive on a ten-speed, put on your mask Hop out the car, I’ma dump the whole mag Take a ride with me, don’t worry no more (Don’t worry no more) ‘Cause we gon’ make it to the top (We gon’ make it to the top) Pull it straight up out the lot (Pull it straight up out the lott) We gon’ execute the plot Get the jewels and all the guap (Get the jewels and all the guap, nigga) Shots fired, man down, wo-wo-woah (Pick him up, pick your dawg up nigga) Ayy, a hunnid rounds, a hunnid clowns, we gun ’em down (Eh, eh, wo-wo-woah)
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