Correction Paroles Choppa Choppa Down (Gucci Mane Remix) par Gucci Mane

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(It's the Boy$cout)
Cocaine Mafia!
French Montana, Gucci, Ahh
Flocka, Bounce, Squad (It's Gucci), Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce

Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (French Montana, Gucci)
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down (Flocka, Squad)

Worldstar alert, in the hood Gucci Mane is icy
In the hood so f**kin' fresh that the b*t*hes wanna bite me
Got a black choppa and a black tee, Bun B, honor, Pimp C
Free Boosie, free my n***a, burr, free Willy, ya feel me?
I ain't with all that rap beef 'cause this world's a rat race
And I'm out here tryna stack cheese, right here in these haters' face
They all tried to murder me but that's how the world be
Please Lord, forgive me, my instincts are so street
[?], that's throwback, ask Greg Street, he know that
Been out here ridin' around solo, since '93, can you hold that?
I signed myself, you can find me with that muscle behind me
I'm grindin', my AR-15 same color as my timepiece, it's Gucci

Choppa choppa down, down, down, down
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down
I lay a n***a down, down, down, down

Shots be flying, n***as die, don't make a sound
Chrome .44 on the slow-mo when your body hit the ground
n***a' look around
Got shooters, got guns, got b*t*hes, got white, mo'f**ka' we run the town
When them shots be flying n***a's diving, dying, running trying to hit the ground
Security, need security when them shots be flying around
Cocaine music nothing stopping that, with Juice 'ey I'm Project Pat
I got the streets n***a' fine with that
Chasing that money, nothing stopping that
Big ass chopper, cocaine mafia, lay a n***a' down if a n***a' try stop 'em
Chopper break it down, I fix a n***a' problem
Low to the ground, and the roof no top
King of the streets, I ain't never going to stop
n***a's ask around, when a single goin' drop?
A n***a so hot, jewels so cold, still let a chopper chop

I ain't got time for the bullsh*t
No fight games, just a full clip
Old school girl, just a hood b*t*h
One thing for sure I'ma let it rip
Aftermath a n***a, no Dr. Dre
Point blank range with the SK
DOA
Just a message to the wise, n***a, we don't play
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