Paroles de la chanson From the Heart par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa

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Paroles de la chanson From the Heart par Dj Booker & NLE Choppa

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Ooh

Different bitches every night, yeah, you know I'm livin' elegant
"Choppa you a prophet," they like, "That young nigga heaven sent"
Prayin' to the Lord every night like the reverend
I know my prayers workin' 'cause the Lord keep on blessin' me
Look up to Nipsey Hussle, yeah, I'm a Bone Thug (A Bone Thug)
A cuff a bitch and then you know I'ma disown her (Disown her)
She say that she ain't swallow nut, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)

You better swallow every bit 'til it's in your gut
Godzilla when I walk, I'm a big stepper (I'm a big stepper)
A demon seed child like I'm prayin' to the devil (I'm prayin' to the devil)
If I ain't had that talk with God, I would've been stretched him (I would've been stretched up)
And if her pussy wasn't good, I would've been left her (I would've been left her)
Don't give a fuck about you, I give a fuck about me
Don dada, Rastafarian, Jamaican in me
You know I never graduated, but it's first degree (Yeah)
The Percocets are gettin' weak, I'm finna sip me some lean (Nah, nah)
Hey, I ease my mind smoking dope (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

'Cause I can't lie, I had my mind blown
Your love don't live here no more (Don't live here no more)
And plus, I'm in a different state and different time zone
Poetic justice, need a bitch to come and fill my needs
I wish the happiness could sit up on the Christmas tree (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hear 'em cryin' out loud 'cause my soul bleed
I'm smokin' loud right now, but I'm lonely
A lot of problems, I ain't got no one to talk to
And where's God? I just need someone to walk to (To walk to)
And I just got 20k for a walkthrough (For a walkthrough)
But I was just on the block handing out that dog food

You wanna feel pain? Step inside my shoes
You ever been hurt but had no one to cry to? (No one to cry to)
I gave that nigga somethin' to eat, but he want my food (He want my food)
She sucked the dick the first date, that's what the bag do (The bag do)
I pop a Perc' every day, I turned into a junky (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A real Crip, but it's blood sittin' on my money (Yeah, a real Crip)
I shot ten, he shot twelve, that's a dime a dozen (Brrrt)
I'm down for that murder, bitch, it ain't no repercussion

And I'm part of that gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang, gang)

Don't you reach for my fucking chain, chain (Don't you reach, nigga)
Swear to god we gon' make it rain (Fuck, brrt)
Lot of motherfuckin' bank, ayy (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
And these gettin' up inside my body (On this shit, nigga)
30s and the Roxies (We on them Percs, we gon' do it for real, nigga)
I don't cry about nobody (Im'a kill for my niggas, I'ma slide)
I just might kill his thotty (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck a famous ho, my dick want some clout
Can't put it in your pussy, bae, I'll put it in your mouth
She wan't me to spoil her and fill her bank account

I'm like, "Bitch shut the fuck up, what you thinkin' bout'?"
A real pimp, backhand, I'ma smack her out (Bitch)
Indonesian, but she virgin, she keep tapping out
I told her, "Shut up, take this dick," she got me spazzing out (Take dick)
Now I'm sittin' in her closet 'cause her dad walked in the house (Yeah)
She's a sneaky bitch, freak bitch, every day of the week bitch (What?)
Call her on a late night, she can get your dick licked
Tell Tupac I'ma put him on the remix (Tell him I said it)
I made it in this rap, I wish it Gino could see it (No, no)
Percocets on the rider 'cause I'm fiendin' (I need 'em)

You say that I'm a bitch pussy, you don't mean it (I'm a shooter)
My dog crossed me, then he died, what a sequence (Brr, brr, brr)
I told my mama when I was five, my role model was a demon

Ayy, NLE the top shotta nigga, I gets this shit off my chest, I'ma always speak
You know what I'm sayin'? What the fuck a nigga think and how the fuck I feel, you hear me?
Niggas don't really know what the fuck I go through
Niggas don't really know me
Know I'ma pop my shit and I'ma pop my shit
And I'ma pop my shit, I'ma pop my shit
NLE the top shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Swear to God with this shit, nigga

I put all my into this shit, nigga

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