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Nle Choppa - Intro Lyrics

Yeah, huh, uh, yeah, yeah
Huh, uh, huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Slick rick type of nigga 'cause I'm a bad bitch getter
Poppin' painkiller, uh, higher than a plane, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a lame, you ain't gang, so I can't hang with ya (no)
Touch my chain, bang bang, snatch a nigga brain, nigga
Uh, got a pole on my hip, ain't no fightin' (ain't no fightin')
I strike a nigga with this 30 like some lightning (just like some lightning)
I hit her for the night, I don't do no wifin' (don't do no wifin')
I fuck her then delete her, yeah, I'm so triflin' (I'm so triflin')
Real, real, real, real, real savage (I'm a savage)
I don't fuck with that bitch if she average (if she average)
I got a bad stripper bitch named Ashley (Ashley)
She taste like candy, do you understand me? (candy, yeah)
Hop out the car, brand new 'vette, ice on my wrist, audemar, patek
Brand new chain, ice on my neck, got tired of the drac' and I copped me a tec
I'm up all night, I don't get rest, I'm catchin' these flights and chasin' a check
Lil baby, she wet, I don't want s*x, open your mouth and give me your neck
Uh, give me your neck, yeah (give me your neck)
Keep your pants on, just want the neck (the neck, neck, neck)
Want the neck, keep your pants on (give me neck, neck)
For real, bitch, keep your pants on (give the neck, give the neck, give the neck, neck)
I'm a slick rick type of nigga (nigga)
She wanna fuck with me because my bands bigger (my bands bigger)
Pass me the blunt, I don't do the liquor (no liquor)
And your bitch a groupie, wanna take a picture (and take a picture)
I'm strapped up like a dyke or somethin'
I hope you don't try to take nothin' (what)
My niggas strapped with army guns (yeah)
You think I'm lyin', I'll show you one (rrah, rrah)
We up from the hip and we burn one (bow, bow, bow, bow)
When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son (that's your head, son)
Uh, uh, alright
That's your head, son
When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son
Yeah, yeah