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yo gotti - choppa talk lyrics

[trae:]yeah, real talk for my n-gg-z on the block
i been wrecking for a second, but i promised that i
wouldn’t stop
i been in it with my n-gg-z, for a long time
but they gotta give it to me, cause they know i
wouldn’t drop
same n-gg-, with the flow
same n-gg- that’ll spin a n-gg-‘s -ss up, throw his -ss
in the trunk
i’m a representative, for the -ssholes
try to run up on me, i’ll teach a n-gg- how to stunt
southwest, you better get your hands up
‘fore i send a wave of n-gg-z, that’ll hit your man’s
up
while you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
then the sh-t, hit the fan
then i f-ck, your fans up
these n-gg-z, really got a n-gg- f-cked up
hating motherf-ckers, i’ll show you what the beef is
show you n-gg-z how to lose teeth, keep running off at
the mouth
and i can show you n-gg-z, what the sleep is
better give it up, when you hear the name trae
when i hit the block in black, your -ss better pray
tell the five in the hood, i don’t play
and i got more n-gg-z, in the slugs
in the tip, of a k
and i run with the c’s, and the b’s on the block
and the g’s, and few b.d.’s on the block
and i kept it real, so i got the keys to the block
i’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block
i’ll put it on the pack, and i’ll ride for it first
n-gg- jump, gonna be the first n-gg- that’ll slide for
it
they don’t wanna see me in a zone, when i try for it
any real n-gg-, stand up and get an eye for it
cause i’m oh so real, though homie
and i’m next in the line, finna show the world what it
was
h-town, till the death

intuition of a n-gg- named pac, finna let it rain for
the thugs

[trae:]somebody better give me the crown, these n-gg-z
out of line
and i see, i gotta put ’em in they place
everyday it be the same old sh-t, i gotta click on a
b-tch
i don’t really, wanna pay another case
whey they n-gg-z wanna try a n-gg-, like a n-gg- soft
than a b-tch
i’ll lean on a n-gg-, like boss on a switch
better chill, ‘fore i get to going off on a b-tch
lace the nike’s, and break a n-gg- jaw in this b-tch
everybody, wanna know about the south
but i promise, you n-gg-z’ll wanna take another route
a.b.n., fin to hit a n-gg-‘s -ss in the drought
in the town right now, (no doubt)
if you got a problem with trae, let’s get it on
iggy on lock, so i’m back in a zone still packing the
chrome
i was late for the hood, so i’m bad to the bone
since i roll on the block, it’s half of the bone
sh-t just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone
(i’m p-ssed), but i’m still moving along
yeah jay’ton, still grooving along
so the n-gg-z in the blue, got love for the home
for the h, and the west state
i”ll put it on a n-gg-, in the worst way
that’ll be your worst day, and i put it on trae
motherf-ckers better get in a line, or the dirt where
you gon lay
this right here, for my n-gg- named nick
in a hospital bed, half gone
i’ll run up on a b-tch n-gg-, who that out that shout
out
feel i gotta hit his -ss, with the chrome
nothing less, r-e-s-t-l-e double s
stress, got a n-gg- on amp
so i gott mob for life, like 24/7
and i promise, i’m about to be the champ

- yo gotti lyrics

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