Paroles de la chanson Mem par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa
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Paroles de la chanson Mem par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa
I'm too high up in this ho, yeah (FreshDuzIt)
You hear me? DJ Booker
Yeah, man, DJ Booker, real talk
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
I walk in the trap, bitch, get on the floor
Bitch, you know why I came, just give me the dope (Give me the dope)
He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor
Drop down with this Glock and you know I'ma blow (Brr, brr)
Hey, kidnap him then he get beheaded (He get beheaded)
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should've worked at UPS 'cause the pack get heavy
You hear me? DJ Booker
Yeah, man, DJ Booker, real talk
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
I walk in the trap, bitch, get on the floor
Bitch, you know why I came, just give me the dope (Give me the dope)
He thought it was a joke, now he on the floor
Drop down with this Glock and you know I'ma blow (Brr, brr)
Hey, kidnap him then he get beheaded (He get beheaded)
Bullets come down from the top like confetti
I'ma take his gun if he try to sell it
Should've worked at UPS 'cause the pack get heavy
Get hit with this fire, bitch, I bet you gon' holler
Don't fuck with the snakes, but it's some on my collar (Some on my collar)
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me (Boom)
Wish a fuck nigga would take my money
Exotic my runtz, this shit is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him (Boom, boom, brrt)
They like, "What is you smokin'?" Lil' bitch, it's that rapper weed (Ayy)
I keep watching my back 'cause I know niggas after me (Ayy)
If I dump the whole clip, I know Dreek gon' shoot after me (Ayy)
Don't fuck with the snakes, but it's some on my collar (Some on my collar)
And if he want a problem, bullets hit his partner
Catchin' plays in the field, Polamalu (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, he ain't dumb, he ain't take nothin' from me (Boom)
Wish a fuck nigga would take my money
Exotic my runtz, this shit is not crummy
He tried to ride my wave, you know that I sonned him (Boom, boom, brrt)
They like, "What is you smokin'?" Lil' bitch, it's that rapper weed (Ayy)
I keep watching my back 'cause I know niggas after me (Ayy)
If I dump the whole clip, I know Dreek gon' shoot after me (Ayy)
Bitch, it's murder for hire, you can't join the faculty (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories (Ayy)
Bitch, I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm handin' out shots like I'm makin' a daiquiri (Ayy)
"NLE ain't got no money" (He got money)
Ha, ha, ha, lil' bitch you funny
"NLE ain't out here gunnin'" (Nigga, what?)
I get a nigga wrapped up like a mummy (Brrt, no cap)
I did it again, repeated offender (Ayy)
If he actin' fruity, put him in a blender (Twirl)
If a nigga want smoke, we gon' make him surrender (Get him out of here)
Bitch, I'm clutchin' my Glock while I eat at the Applebee's (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm high as the sky, I'm up here with the factories (Ayy)
Bitch, I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm handin' out shots like I'm makin' a daiquiri (Ayy)
"NLE ain't got no money" (He got money)
Ha, ha, ha, lil' bitch you funny
"NLE ain't out here gunnin'" (Nigga, what?)
I get a nigga wrapped up like a mummy (Brrt, no cap)
I did it again, repeated offender (Ayy)
If he actin' fruity, put him in a blender (Twirl)
If a nigga want smoke, we gon' make him surrender (Get him out of here)
He was breakin' the rules, my niggas suspend him
Get him out of here, coach (Huh)
Get him out of here, coach
He breakin' the rules, we had to suspend him
Ayy, man, he was breakin' the rules, my niggas suspend him
They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62s though
We keep straps like suspenders, no cap (I'm comin' in hot)
Came in this bitch with the Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)
Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time
Always gotta keep me two nines (Two Glock)
Glock .19 put a hit through your spine (Brrt)
Get him out of here, coach (Huh)
Get him out of here, coach
He breakin' the rules, we had to suspend him
Ayy, man, he was breakin' the rules, my niggas suspend him
They don't get no pity, they get hit with the 7.62s though
We keep straps like suspenders, no cap (I'm comin' in hot)
Came in this bitch with the Glock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)
Bring it back in, I'ma come a lil' different this time
Always gotta keep me two nines (Two Glock)
Glock .19 put a hit through your spine (Brrt)
Get a nigga whacked then put him in a rhyme
Get your jiffy cornbread (Ooh), think she want some jiffy cornbread dick
I put her in the mix, she saying that he plotting on a jit
It's bodies with this shit (It's bodies with this shit)
Get wet like toilet, potties in this bitch
Bin Laden with this stick
My niggas sendin' shots up in this bitch (Ayy)
Yo' niggas gettin' hit (Ayy)
You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick
We always in some shit, no cap (We always in some shit)
I just hotboxed the drop-top (Hotbox)
Threw away a hot Glock (A hot Glock)
Put the dope up in my sock (What? Where?)
The police tried to search my crotch (Search my crotch)
Get your jiffy cornbread (Ooh), think she want some jiffy cornbread dick
I put her in the mix, she saying that he plotting on a jit
It's bodies with this shit (It's bodies with this shit)
Get wet like toilet, potties in this bitch
Bin Laden with this stick
My niggas sendin' shots up in this bitch (Ayy)
Yo' niggas gettin' hit (Ayy)
You know I love my Glock, my favorite stick
We always in some shit, no cap (We always in some shit)
I just hotboxed the drop-top (Hotbox)
Threw away a hot Glock (A hot Glock)
Put the dope up in my sock (What? Where?)
The police tried to search my crotch (Search my crotch)
Bitch, I thank my sister every day because she gave the drops (I got 'em out)
Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot, gone (Brrt, yeah)
'Cause I'm really that nigga, they know I'ma stepper (Huh?)
And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel (Bitch, my what?)
Bitch, my bullets got bass, we ain't worried 'bout no treble (Damn)
Boy, who is you talkin' to? You better settle (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm a volcano 'cause I'm finna melt him (Ayy)
Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him (Ayy)
And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him (Ayy, brrt, kill if I tell him to, that nigga fucked up)
Put that boy up in that grease and fry 'em like a tater tot, gone (Brrt, yeah)
'Cause I'm really that nigga, they know I'ma stepper (Huh?)
And I keep me a gun, they say I'm a rebel (Bitch, my what?)
Bitch, my bullets got bass, we ain't worried 'bout no treble (Damn)
Boy, who is you talkin' to? You better settle (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm a volcano 'cause I'm finna melt him (Ayy)
Put him on a leash 'cause my bullets gon' pet him (Ayy)
And my shooter brainwashed, he kill if I tell him (Ayy, brrt, kill if I tell him to, that nigga fucked up)
Hundred round drum for a fuck nigga, lay down
NLE the Top Shotta
Got a whole motherfuckin' K round and the Drac' sound
Love the way the Drac' sound
Make a nigga lay down
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
I really just ran that
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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