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NLE Choppa – Taliban Lyrics

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[Intro]

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Brr

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Niggas better not

NIggas better not pop out for real

Brr, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Ayy, my brodie got a lick

He say he tryna bring ’bout forty back

Forty packs and forty racks

.40 Cal and a MAC

Box him up, Apple Jacks

Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat

In the scat, caught him lackin’

Windows crackin’, tires flat

I say “We ain’t come here for nothin’ nigga, we want it all”

Jewelry on, you know that I’m stuntin’ nigga, we love to ball

Never duckin’ opps, if I’m inside, I’m duckin’ federals

Stopped takin’ Percocets ’cause I don’t wanna slip on Fentanyl

[Verse]

Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got ’bout twenty on god (Oh, ayy)

Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I’ll spare

Ain’t no trustin’ us we bustin’ stuff like we play for the Warriors

What you is nigga? What you bangin’? You say you did, then throw it up

Suck the gang shе throwin’ up, now she sayin’ she don’t know us (Ayy)

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New hoеs comin’ through, we goin’ up nigga, fuck her (Yeah)

Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I’m tough tough

Move them killers, we don’t say shit, we let them guns bust

Even though I had talent (Ayy), I was still out committing robberies

My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed

Good deed, bad deed, we gon’ do that shit if we in need

Bad bitch with both legs for me, I think she Cherokee

I be comin’, with Taliban drugs

Paraphernalia and the contrabands

They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land

Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain’t stabbin’ bullets get to clappin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)


Saw this nigga play, he gon’ lay, ayy, ayy, ayy

This a hooligan she raisin’ ayy, babe, babe, babe

Wraith, that’s my taste, I ain’t tryna drive no straight

Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake

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Fast sip, slow smokin’ dope, lean out the bottle

Fuckin’ on a model, I DM’d her I ain’t have to follow

Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin’ hollows

Come here, barrel to the face blow his brains out him

He out of bounds, I had to foul him

Ref throw in the towel

The crowd goin’ wild

Big man on the block Pau Gasol

And round to round, pound for pound, you can’t last clown

You must’ve heard about that last nigga we bummed down

[Chorus]

Ayy, my brodie got a lick

He say he tryna bring ’bout forty back

Forty packs and forty racks

.40 cal and a MAC

Box him up, Apple Jacks

Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat

In the scat, caught him lackin’

Windows crackin’, tires flat

I say we ain’t come here for nothin’ nigga, we want it all

Jewelry on, you know that I’m stuntin’ nigga, we love to ball

Never duckin’ opps, if I’m inside, I’m duckin’ federals

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Stopped takin’ Percocets ’cause I don’t wanna slip on Fentanyl

[Outro]

See, I be comin’, with Taliban drugs

Paraphernalia and the contrabands

They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land

Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain’t stabbin’ bullets get to clappin’ (Brr)

Nigga, we ain’t stabbin’ bullets in the classroom

We ain’t totin’ machetes

We’ll send you to Heaven with a stabbin’

A stabbin’, stabbin’, stabbin’ right in front of Reverand, brr

NLE, the Top Shotta

Ball out, ball out, ball out


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