paroles de chanson Taliban - NLE Choppa
Brr
Niggas
better
not
NIggas
better
not
pop
out,
for
real
Brr,
ayy,
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-a-tat-a-tat
In
the
Scat',
caught
him
lackin',
windows
crackin',
tires
flat
I
said
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
Ayy,
pop
him,
drop
him,
I
got
'bout
twenty,
on
God
Ayy,
spot
him,
watch
him,
look
one
more
time,
I'll
spark
Ain't
no
trustin'
us,
we
bustin'
stuff
like
we
play
for
the
Warriors
What
you
is,
nigga?
What
you
bangin'?
You
say
you
that,
then
throw
it
up
Suck
the
gang,
she
throwin'
up,
now
shе
sayin'
she
don't
know
us
(ayy)
New
hoes
comin'
through,
wе
goin'
up,
nigga,
fuck
her
(yeah)
Drugged
up,
my
face
mugged
up,
he
say
I'm
tough
tough
Movin'
with
killers,
we
don't
say
shit,
we
let
them
guns
bust
Even
though
I
had
talent,
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
bowed
legs
for
me,
I
think
she
Cherokee
See
how
we
comin'
We
Taliban
drugs,
paraphernalia
and
the
contraband
They
say
they
can
smell
us,
still
let
me
board,
then
I
landed
Better
treat
me
like
Osama
in
this
bitch,
but
we
ain't
stabbin'
Bullets
gettin'
to
clappin'
First
nigga
play,
he
gon'
lay,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy
This
a
hooligan,
she
raisin'
ayy,
bay-bay-bay
Wraith,
that's
my
taste,
I
ain't
tryna
drive
no
straight-eight
Left
a
nut
on
her
face,
goodness
sake,
it
look
like
a
cake
Look
fast,
hit
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
(come
here)
The
crowd
goin'
wild,
big
man
on
the
block,
Pau
Gasol
(come
here)
And
round
for
round,
pound
for
pound,
you
can't
last,
clown
You
must
ain't
heard
about
that
last
nigga
we
bugged
out
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-a-tat-a-tat
In
the
Scat',
caught
him
lackin',
windows
crackin',
tires
flat
I
said
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
See
how
we
comin'
We
Taliban
drugs,
paraphernalia
and
the
contraband
They
say
they
can
smell
us,
still
let
me
board,
then
I
landed
Better
treat
me
like
Osama
in
this
bitch
But
we
ain't
stabbin',
bullets
gettin'
to
clappin'
Nigga,
we
ain't
stabbin',
bullets
get
to
clappin'
We
ain't
totin'
machetes
We'll
send
you
to
Heaven,
we
be
steppin'
We
steppin',
steppin',
steppin'
right
in
front
the
reverend
(brr)
NLE
the
Top
Shotta,
bombs
like
Al-Qaeda
1 Intro
2 Bryson
3 Picture Me Grapin’
4 Moonlight (feat. Big Sean)
5 Taliban
6 Twin Flame
7 Body Catchers
8 Hear Me (feat. Ink)
9 Man Down
10 100 Grapes
11 Love Tonight
12 Done
13 Paradise
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