| Yeah, turn me up a lil bit more
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| Just a lil bit more
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| What is that picture of me grapin'?
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| Ayy, we movin', ayy
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Oh, they gon' fuck on with this right now
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| NLE, the Top Shotta
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
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| NLE, the Top Shotta, ayy
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| Picture me rollin' (Yeah)
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| Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion
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| We ain’t causin' commotions but I be braggin' and boastin'
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| I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt
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| I brought the Glock in and took my show out (Brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out
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| We break them poles out for your show out (Ayy), then roll out
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| I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now
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| Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (Cash out)
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| I get the cheese in large amounts
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| They callin' me the cash cow (They callin' me the cash cow)
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| We get the peace, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
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| Give 'em teddy bears and T-shirts, my dawg will put 'em down
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| Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don’t trust 'em (I don’t trust 'em)
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| So it’s fuck 'em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em
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| Slide on 'em, hit the brother
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| Then we double back with different cutters (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
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| They know it’s real, they know it’s drama (Ayy), so they call 'em off
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| Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die)
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| Yeah, you know I’m a thug nigga, but I’ma still cry (Still cry)
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| We ain’t doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
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| Standin' over with this fire
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| And I’ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
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| Niggas know how we comin', comin'
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| We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin')
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| Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain’t nothin'
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| We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out
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| A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
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| I got this pistol in my pants and I’m posted where I wanna be (Yeah, yeah)
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| I made my own label, I can’t see no nigga sonnin' me
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| I got too much to lose, I’m takin' you, you think you takin' me? |
| (Watch)
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| I never been a fool, I watch your moves
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| You think you snakin' me? |
| (I'm watchin')
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| Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me
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| Even though they really supposed to be securin' me
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| I told Big Sean that I don’t really need security, but that’s my nigga
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| But ain’t any nigga put fear in me
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| I sincerely wrote a note but they ain’t hearin' me (They ain’t hearin' me, cuh)
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| I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees
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| (They ain’t hearin' me, cuh)
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| I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees (Brr, brr)
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| She asked me what’s in it for her, I said, «I got a treat,"I skeeted
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| Yeah I left it on her face and I told her
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| «That's the only thing you gettin' from me, bih»
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| I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die)
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| Couple bitches they feelin' on me
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| They sayin' that I’m fly (They sayin' that I’m fly)
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| Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches, they fuckin' in the spot
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| Her ass fat, I’m grabbin', grippin', I’ma squeeze it 'til it pop
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| You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rob (Then I rob)
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| Hood nigga, I’ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
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| Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (She like my locs)
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| I put her head on my cock, I told her, «Suck it, don’t stop»
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| Ay you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly
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| And we slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message
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| We ain’t 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin'
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| (About to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
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| Pull up on 'em then we caution taped him, white-chalk him
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| I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (She on bullshit, that’s facts)
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| I’m askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits
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| Heard another diss today, I put 'em on my shooter list (They on my shooter list)
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| Shoot it up, I’m all black, I’m ready to go do it man
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| Shoot a man, gun in hand
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| Have 'em runnin' like the running man
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| Where you runnin' when I’m sprayin'?
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| A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
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| Put it all up on your head
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| Bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin' |
| You sayin' what you sayin' but I’m sayin' what I’m sayin'
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| And my nigga of the Xans he’ll blam on your man (Brr)
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| Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die)
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| Yeah, you know I’m a thug nigga, but I’ma still cry (Still cry)
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| We ain’t doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
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| Standin' over with this fire, and I’ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that
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| nigga die)
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| Niggas know how we comin', comin'
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| We slammin' like we drummin' (Slammin' like we drummin')
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| Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain’t nothin'
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| We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out
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| A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Hahaha
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| Brr, brr, brr
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| Picture me rollin'
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| We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step
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| Picture me grapin'
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| Play them choppas, move 'em right to left
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Picture me rollin'
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| NLE, the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| Picture me grapin', brr |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picture Me Grapin’ , by - NLE Choppa. Song from the album From Dark to Light, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп