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704 prod – choke on my – 2019 lyrics

i swear i’ve changed (it’s just a persona. it’s just a persona!)
i don’t understand why people even like my music when it’s not even me
am i considered the illest yet?
is these p+ssy hoes up out they feelings yet?
has a n+gga stacked his first million yet? (nah?)
well guess who feel effected?
you n+ggas all talk on the internet
talk sh+t pretend you just some critic+head
when you’re really on mе with an ill intent
live your best lifе, i just ain’t k!ll you yet, b+tch
choke on my d+ck, n+gga
’til your throat column split, n+gga
i’ma bogart this b+tch, n+gga (yuh!)
i’ma own all this sh+t n+gga (yuh!)
what you hoes call a monopoly, i’ma hold all the keys to this sh+t, n+gga
go call police, i’ma blow walls just so prod achieves what you know as the “goat” calling
please hold both b+lls and choke on ’em, please
i don’t like you n+ggas, nah
i won’t fight you n+ggas nah
i’ma stack bread and pay your opps to snipe you from afar
i don’t like you in my sight and i don’t like you in my comms
i’m not type to stay in calm
i’m not the type to stay with cons
nah them n+ggas ain’t my crowd
6ix9ine already tried it and he gone, b+tch
(hey, hey, yo chill on that n+gga)
if i don’t blow, this ain’t makin no sense
i deserve stadium tix and some food in bed like hospital patients and sh+t
sponsored up, i won’t be paying for sh+t
and watch what you say little b+tch
one complaint and i’ll be takin your b+tch
she give f+ll+tio lips while she forwards your calls so they go to static like some radio blips
y’all can choke on my d+ck, dawg, or drown
the wrist watch is wet. yo b+tch watch me close and simp on me
s+x isn’t on my list of sh+t that impress me
get off my d+ck and cl!ck on my songs
my sh+t prolly hit way different than sh+t y’all is used to
hits topping hits, my sh+t go abusive. i’m sick, dawg, submit me to the hall of music
where the beef? ’cause ima eat it up
grill you n+ggas while i’m cheesing, huh
p+ssy n+ggas i’ma beat ’em up
met your b+tch and now we meeting up
all these n+ggas always hating on me. i’ma give ’em a reason, huh
b+tch i’m straight out this world, yuh
take me to your f+ckin leader, bruh
yea b+tch, i’m sl!ck with the words. beef, get cooked like i’m greasy, huh
b+tch hit my phone for d+ck but i don’t ever give a f+ck, ’cause why i need to, huh?
n+ggas always wanna talk sh+t, boss sh+t, ’til i have ’em screaming, huh
best out period. i ain’t even hit you p+ssy, why you bleeding, huh?
i don’t even need to blow up. i make these b+tch n+ggas f+cking scream enough
ever let a n+gga cross me, get crucified like he jesus, huh
bruh, the craziest sh+t about this, yo
is that it a literally took me a f+cking day
it took me a day to learn how to make beats
a day. i made everything from scratch
it took me, it took me a f+cking day
and if you don’t wanna say a day, it took me a week, bruh
there’s n+ggas who spend, like, years learning how to make beats
and i’m making this sh+t in a day
i’m so f+cking talented! oh my+

- 704 prod lyrics

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