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Taliban
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NLE Choppa
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Taliban Lyrics NLE Choppa Pipe that shit up, TnT Brr Oh-oh, oh-oh Niggas better not NIggas better not pop out for real Brr, ayy, ayy Ayy, my brodie got a lick He say he tryna bring ’bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks .40 Cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat In the scat, caught him lackin’ Windows crackin’, tires flat I say “We ain’t come here for nothin’ nigga, we want it all” Jewelry on, you know that I’m stuntin’ nigga, we love to ball Never duckin’ opps, if I’m inside, I’m duckin’ federals Stopped takin’ Percocets ’cause I don’t wanna slip on Fentanyl Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got ’bout twenty on god (Oh, ayy) Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I’ll spare Ain’t no trustin’ us we bustin’ stuff like we play for the Warriors What you is nigga? What you bangin’? You say you did, then throw it up Suck the gang sh throwin’ up, now she sayin’ she don’t know us (Ayy) New ho s comin’ through, we goin’ up nigga, fuck her (Yeah) Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I’m tough tough Move them killers, we don’t say shit, we let them guns bust Even though I had talent (Ayy), I was still out committing robberies My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed Good deed, bad deed, we gon’ do that shit if we in need Bad bitch with both legs for me, I think she Cherokee I be comin’, with Taliban drugs Paraphernalia and the contrabands They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain’t stabbin’ bullets get to clappin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Saw this nigga play, he gon’ lay, ayy, ayy, ayy This a hooligan she raisin’ ayy, babe, babe, babe Wraith, that’s my taste, I ain’t tryna drive no [?] Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake Fast sip, slow smokin’ dope, lean out the bottle Fuckin’ on a model, I DM’d her I ain’t have to follow Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin’ hollows Come here, barrel to the face blow his brains out him He out of bounds, I had to foul him Ref throw in the towel The crowd goin’ wild Big man on the block Pau Gasol And round to round, pound for pound, you can’t last clown You must’ve heard about that last nigga we buck down Ayy, my brodie got a lick He say he tryna bring ’bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks .40 cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat In the scat, caught him lackin’ Windows crackin’, tires flat I say we ain’t come here for nothin’ nigga, we want it all Jewelry on, you know that I’m stuntin’ nigga, we love to ball Never duckin’ opps, if I’m inside, I’m duckin’ federals Stopped takin’ Percocets ’cause I don’t wanna slip on Fentanyl See, I be comin’, with Taliban drugs Paraphernalia and the contrabands They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain’t stabbin’ bullets get to clappin’ (Brr) Nigga, we ain’t stabbin’ bullets in the classroom We ain’t totin’ machetes We’ll send you to Heaven with a stabbin’ A stabbin’, stabbin’, stabbin’ right in front of Reverand, brr NLE, the Top Shotta Ball out, ball out, ball out
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