| It ain’t what I thought it would be
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| I told them niggas stop talkin' to me
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| Do walk-ups
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| And then we stand over him and knock his top off
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| Knock his top off, knock his block off (Ayy)
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| Stand over him and knock his top off
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| They know how we comin', they know we spinnin', they know how this shit get
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| On Grape, check the news
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Bitch, I’m rollin' an opp and I’m sippin' on Wock' (Ayy)
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| And she givin' me top while I’m clutchin' the Glock
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| AR chop
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| Didn’t have a good look at him, but a nigga still took that shot
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| Put one in the head
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| I smacked him with the pistol, left his forehead with a knot
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| Ride for my dawgs like bike pegs
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| Try to run, then both legs get shot
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| Stretch me a 'bow and then stretch me a ho
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| And then stretch me a opp right at the show
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| Few niggas came around me got popped
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| Them niggas wasn’t alright with the G.O.A.T.
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| Purple rags on the boat with my ho
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| Few bitches pullin' up for the loads
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| Exotic boat, it can go for the low
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| I told him three racks for this smoke
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| Glock in his face, I’ma see where his savage at
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| Shootin' at who? |
| Bitch, you know we ain’t havin' that
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| Shot at the opp, made that bitch hit the cabbage patch
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| Gave him a vowel, his clip started emptyin'
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| I’m in Sin City, I’m sinnin' with Silla
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| We flippin' them bitches, just me and my killers
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| Mama and daughter, they facin' the pillows
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| She suckin' my dick while she callin' her nigga
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| Gave him twenty, but he did it for free
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| Better come correct, you comin' for me
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| We droppin' bodies every day of the week
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| DOA, cold case, deceased
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| Heard that diss, but we gon' see
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| Leave no evidence, OCD
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| I’ma get caught if the camera see me
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| 'Cause I’m bare face, no mask when me meet (Ayy, ayy)
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| Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner)
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| Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana (Smokin' marijuana)
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| I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada (Watching for the Dada)
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| But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin' (That I’m the one
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| that’s gunnin')
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| On the low, I’m the one that be causin' violence (Causin' violence)
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| I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin' (Keep on smilin')
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| What they don’t know is that lil' nigga got bodies (Got bodies)
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| Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
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| Ayy, high as a bitch, I ain’t know where to land
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| So I landed in coochie with her and her friend
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| Wanted a Birkin, I gave her a Gucci instead
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| Brodie, he went out and caught him a body
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| He told me he need him a Xan', man
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| Retaliation, that’s a must
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| You bust at us, then you know you a dead man
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| Nigga ain’t spinned on me
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| Nigga ain’t even got that much nuts
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| Would’ve got shot in the head, but he ducked
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| If I miss a shot, then I go make it up
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| Catch him on the rebound, hundred round go
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| Mama say stop, (Brrr) but the bullets, they blow
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| I shoot too much, my fingers sore
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| Big red dot on the nose for a bozo
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| Got the neighborhood watch on the corner (Ayy, on the corner)
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| Got the neighborhood smokin' marijuana (Smokin' marijuana)
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| I got the neighborhood watchin' for the Dada (Watching for the Dada)
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| But little do they know that I’m the one that’s gunnin' (That I’m the one
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| that’s gunnin')
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| On the low, I’m the one that be causin' violence (Causin' violence)
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| I be silent on it, but I keep on smilin' (Keep on smilin')
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| What they don’t know is that lil' nigga got bodies (Got bodies)
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| Any problem, he gon' solve it with that rocket
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| Nigga
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| Fuck you mean, nigga?
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| Them niggas know how we be comin', TKO
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| They know the score, five and oh, we winnin', though
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| Catch a body, then repent it, ho
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| Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
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| Get down
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| Brrt, brrt, brrt
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| Get down
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| Brrt, brrt, brrt
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| Get down, the whole round
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| Brrt, brrt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Watch , by - NLE Choppa. Song from the album Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп