Correction Paroles Demon / From The Heart par NLE Choppa

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Different b*t*hes every night, yeah you know I'm livin' elegant
"Choppa you a prophet", they like "that young n***a heaven sent"
Prayin' to the Lord every night like the reverend
I know my prayers workin' 'cause the Lord keep on blessin' me
Look up to Nipsey Hussle, yeah I'm a bone thug
A couple b*t*hes then you know I might disown her
She say that she ain't swallow nut, you got me f**ked up
You better swallow every bit 'til it's in yo' gut
Godzilla when I walk, I'm a big stepper
A demon seed child like I'm prayin' to the devil
If I ain't had that talk with God, I would've been stretched him
And if her pu**y wasn't good, I would've been left her
Don't give a f**k about you, I give a f**k about me
Don dada, Rastafarian, Jamaican in me
You know I never graduated but it's first degree
The Percocets they gettin' weak, I'm finna sip me some lean
Hey, I ease my mind smoking dope
'Cause I can't lie, I had my mind blown
No love, don't live here no more
And plus, I'm in a different state and different time zone
a b*t*h to come and fill my needs
I wish the happiness could sit up on the Christmas tree
You hear 'em call out loud 'cause my soul bleed
You smokin' loud right now, but I'm lonely
A lot of problems, I ain't got no one to talk to
And where's God? I just need someone to walk to
And I just got 20k for a walkthrough
But I was just on the block handing out that dog food
You wanna feel pain? Step inside my shoes
You wanna be hurt but had no one to cry to
I gave that n***a somethin' to eat, but he want my food
She sucked the d**k the first date, that's what the bag do
I pop a Perc' every day, I turn into a junky
A real Crip, but this blood sittin' on my money
I shot ten, he shot twelve, that's a dime a dozen
I'm back up on that murder, b*t*h it ain't no repercussion
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Don't you reach for my f**king chain, chain
I swear to god we gon' make it rain, rain
out my body
30s in my body
Yeah, yeah, yeah, walk up on this hoe, my d**k want some clout
Can't put it in your pu**y bae, I'll put it in your mouth
She full of karma and filled her bank account
I'm like "b*t*h shut the f**k up, what you thinkin' 'bout?"
A real kiss, backhand, I'ma smack her out
Indonesia [?] she keep tapping out
I told her shut up, take this d**k, she got me spazzing out
Now I'm sittin' in the closet [?]
Coming with a [?]
She can come and get my d**k [?]
Sometimes I [?]
I'm sorry that I wasn't ready, I just couldn't support it
I'm gonna bring you in this murder, be ready for it
I was gon' tuck you in that battery to help restore you
I put the Percs on the ready 'cause I need it
You say that I'm a b*t*h pu**y, you don't mean it
My dawg cost me [?] on a sequence
I told my momma when I was five, my role model was a demon
Ay, NLE the Top Shotta n***a don't get [?]
You know what I'm sayin'? What the f**k a n***a [?]
N***as already know what the f**k I'm gon' do
N***as already know me
Know I'ma pop my sh*t, I'ma pop my sh*t
I'ma pop my sh*t, I'ma pop my sh*t
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

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