Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gamble With My Heart, artist - NLE Choppa. Album song Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NLE Choppa Entertainment
Song language: English
Gamble With My Heart |
Oh-oh, NLE the Top Shotta |
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda |
Woah, woah |
Ayy, ayy, ayy |
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I’m takin' chances, where my love at? |
Don’t know where to start, it got me askin', «Where the drugs at?» |
Suburban who? |
'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats |
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack |
Billion views up, but I’ll still go and kill somethin' |
Take one of my dawgs and I’ma make sure all y’all feel one |
Unexpected shootout, you ain’t knowin' when that drill come |
Come and shoot up who house? |
We gon' post up 'til you niggas come |
And I ain’t goin' in 'til the mornin' |
I see a cop, I’m on it |
We leave his mama mournin' |
He send a threat, ignore it |
The internet for corporate |
We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted |
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you |
Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that’s just what I would do |
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I’m proud of you |
People who say they gon' be there for you ain’t on side of you |
Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby |
Movin' like a don, so them niggas steady hate me |
Mama say I’m crazy 'cause I’m posted with the Drac', man |
Tuck it in my pants, I can’t let a nigga take me |
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it’s gettin' hard |
People want beneficials, but they ain’t play a part |
Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war |
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car |
Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those |
If you ain’t man enough, then my killers known to make those |
Pesos, we get even, that’s if you owe, bro |
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go |
Lately, I been havin' stress all day |
Too many problems we face |
Gotta sit down and pray |
Uh-uh, I swear to that it’s gon' be okay |
Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I’m takin' chances, where my love at? |
Don’t know where to start, it got me askin', «Where the drugs at?» |
Suburban who? |
'Cause I be posted with the rugrats |
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack |
Billion views up, but I’ll still go and kill somethin' |
Take one of my dawgs and I’ma make sure all y’all feel one |
Unexpected shootout, you ain’t knowin' when that drill come |
Come and shoot up who house? |
We gon' post up 'til you niggas come |
Yeah |
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda |
We’ll post up 'til you niggas come |