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nle choppa - camelot (remix) lyrics

[intro: nle choppa]
yeah
freshduzit
yeah (da, da, da, da, da, da)
huh, huh, huh

[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police, ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shoutout to kingston, i keep me some rastas

[verse 1: nle choppa]
my n-ggas trappin’ out the bando, shoutout to the migos
if a n-gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
the trap always open, b-tch, we ain’t never closed
we movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos
step one, step two, do my dance in this b-tch
got a hundred some’ drums like a band in this b-tch
man, she keep on b-tchin’, all that naggin’ and sh-t
ho, shut the f-ck up and just gag on this d-ck
i’m a side n-gga, and i love when she swallow
if a n-gga say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
that glizzy, knock ya’ meat out ya’ taco
flexin’ on these b-tches, they call me johnny bravo
school of hard knocks, let me take you to cl-ss
my b-tch is real skinny, but she got a lot of -ss
i love counting money, i get a lot of cash
if you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag

[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police, ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, b-tch, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shoutout to kingston, i keep me some rastas

[verse 2: blocboy jb]
i ain’t gon’ say too much, really, i been posted on some block sh-t
gang member, but they got a n-gga in the mosh pit
blue faces all in my pocket, check how i mop sh-t
i drop sh-t, opps see me in person, trying to top it
i’m on camelot with choppa, we got choppas for a ko
we gon’ wipe it, you gon’ make it to the doctor
you know i’m married to the cake, i need a bowl like betty crocker
try to rob me, that’s a nada, no ovo, i got the drac’ and it’s a problem
i’m in la kicking sh-t with mr. morgan
yeah, get money, n-gga, then you’re boring
i just caught the head and told my n-ggas, “kick his door in”
they twins, these are .30’s, these no backups, break some more in

[verse 3: yo gotti]
who am i? big gotti, for the record, i’m worth fifty mil’
on my lil’ homies, millionaire and my whole city k!ll for me
f-ck me, camelot, barbers scam a lot
cmg, this sh-t gang, respect the life, we rap a lot
in the kitchen with the pot
i’m more [?] than a drop
if a mil’, richard mil’, that’s a crib on the watch
money high like helicopter, people play and we gon’ chop ’em
hand fat, it’s from the doctors, turn nle to my lil’ partner

[verse 4: moneybagg yo]
been breaking b-tches, call me moneybagg pimper
hit it, then skate, i’m a black bart simpson
lambo’ doors up in the middle of the trenches
breaking down pounds, losing weight, i’m a slimmer
red guys meet us, we got lotion, keep the chrome
reaching for my charm, the draco, knock off your arm
inhale this [?], f-ck what it’s doing to my lungs
my lil’ belly be so messy, i’m not f-cking with that drum

[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police, ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, b-tch, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shoutout to kingston, i keep me some rastas

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