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• Artiste: NLE Choppa
• Titre: I Get The Pack
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Brrt (CashMoneyAP) Oh, (Brrt) oh, oh (Ayy) Brrt, brrt I get the pack, and I tell it to go "Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone Don't come over here, don't come in my zone Left that boy missin', now his momma lonely, ayy Who these niggas? Ayy, who these niggas? They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone Slide up, pop out, one in his dome Slide to my base, get set up, home Put the Glock in my drawers, I'ma clutch my chrome Beefin' wit' me, know your do's and your don't's Smokin' on the opp pack, till the weed be gone Send a diss, get hit, then make a diss song Stick and my stone, yeah I'm thug to the bone Thought I was fishing, I keep me a pole, ayy Who these niggas? Ayy, who these niggas? They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone Slam that boy like Shaquille, you get popped like a pill Boy you know what it is, don't play with this shit You making that bed, you gon' lay in that shit Hotbox the coupe, we gon' spray in that shit See a rapper, and diss, snatch the p of a neck Why the fuck I need aim, double D's on this bitch I'm not signing no treaties, I wanna get even The violence won't stop 'til all of y'all bleedin' Booted out the drugs and you go do a drill Nigga you a pussy, next day you gon' squeal Shot the car up, he got knocked off the wheel Isn't it funny, you know that we did it Crack up a sip then we pour up a 4 Make a scene in this bitch, get put in my dope She want semen and dick, so it's all in her throat If I get in that pussy, it's murder she wrote I get the pack, and I tell it to go "Can I cop a bowl?", it's already gone Do not come over here, don't come in my zone Left that boy missing, now his momma lonely, ayy Who these niggas? Ayy, who these niggas? They ain't on what we be on Creep at night, campfire at ya home Ay, approach me with caution, I'm letting you know I get uncomfortable, I let it blow My momma say that I be doing the most Ma, you don't know, gotta get that boy gone (Yeah) Got him gone Mmm Ayy NLE The Top Shotta Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda) (Mmm, mmm, mmm)