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Remember The Days
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NLE Choppa
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Ayy, ayy Oh Ayy, ayy Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ayy Hmm, ayy, ayy I remember them days I was robbin' I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin' Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw sh*t Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous N***a pull up, then he better be cautious Roll down the window you know that I sparked him B*t*h I missed? I'ma go get the momma Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin' I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin' We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter I'm f**kin' the daughter B*t*h, its [?] Big Bentley with the F on the tire Red beam with a all-black attire Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta (Hmm, hmm, hmm) T-T-Top Shotta (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Run-up my money They say I ain't funny I want all the cheddar, I want all the cheese I want all the b*t*hes, I want all the ho's They suckin' and f**kin' and lickin' on me Tell me the secret How the f**k you get a [?] and I ain't been home in a week? Bullets make 'em say "Uhh" Master P kicked down the door this sh*t changin' Get sh*t off his top Ain't no [?] b*t*h say she mad at me Was in the sky like I kicked down the [?] It's first-degree murder, we droppin' your faculty Shot in yo' face if you say that you after me Paid for a body, I gave him a salary I remember them days I was robbin' I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin' Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw sh*t Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous N***a pull up, then he better be cautious Roll down the window you know that I sparked him B*t*h I missed? I'ma go get the momma Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin' I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin' We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter I'm f**kin' the daughter B*t*h, its [?] Big Bentley with the F on the tire Red beam with a all-black attire Get in the jam, don't name no n***a Shoot him in the nose, cocaine that n***a Do it on camera [?] n***a Fingers dirty, I'm a gravedigger I'm bringing my pistols, I'm bringing my choppas In my party, n***a feel like I'm untouchable Touch me [?] Get beat down swear we gon' [?] High life, b*t*h it's [?] I buck right, when I'm in it I kill it I be hype, so we know where the thrill is It's on sight, we gon' make sure you feel it I'm on time, for the money and [?] Got the bowls from Cali and- I remember them days I was robbin' I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin' Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw sh*t Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous N***a pull up, then he better be cautious Roll down the window you know that I sparked him B*t*h I missed? I'ma go get the momma Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin' I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin' We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter I'm f**kin' the daughter B*t*h, its [?] Big Bentley with the F on the tire Red beam with a all-black attire All-black attire-
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