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NLE Choppa - Still Hood (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Programming
Daniel Moras
Daniel Moras
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Songwriter
L. Chancler
L. Chancler
Songwriter
Reginald Andrews
Reginald Andrews
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Daniel Moras
Daniel Moras
Producer

Lyrics

(CashMoney AP) Told my man, turn me up A lot of these n*ggas be fakin' and flodgin' We keep this sh*t thorough I don't do no cappin', no yappin' Everything we livin', everything we doin' Put this sh*t in they memories This sh*t right in the booth So when a gangsta walk through A lot of fake ones gon' leave out Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac' A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay Ayy, I done been stuck in the bottom with sharks and piranhas The robbers and gunners and runners I swear I been left without nothin' We really was strugglin', thank you, Lord Look at me wrong and I'm uppin' and bustin' I'm paranoid, I be clutchin' in public Not scared of you, I'm just scared of the shit I did, might catch up, Lord Put 'em in the morgue, end of the story Love my life, I got more of it Before you take me from the shit that I built, I'ma have to go and destroy it Had to destroy you in the process, way the lil' children Lookin' at me like a spittin' image of God spirit But you better be God-fearing Livin' life with no complaints Plenty money in the bank, remember scrappin' up change If my new deal less than seven mil' They gon' have to go and walk that plank New grill from Johnny Dang When I eat the p*ssy, got her screamin' "Flawless Gang" If me and you hit a lick My loyalty run so deep, I split it with the gang I done been crossed by n*ggas I love, I heard the same sh*t happened to Christ I done seen a snake eat a mice, then get snaked out the same night Ever asked the plug "What's the price?" Then took him down when the sh*t wasn't right Never ever sayin' that I was right Just get in the booth and talk about my life Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac' A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay Ayy, ayy, one thing I never seen was a h* that won't go and a bow not sold I done seen the toughest n*gga try to fight, but the choppa knocked him out cold I done seen a n*gga cop a pipe, by the end of the night had no pole Know a n*gga with a hunnid some guns, never even let one blow Slap thirty in the stick, put my trust in this blick, not no h* Even when that b*tch jam, thumbin', swear on everything it saved my soul I was on camera with that b*tch pokin' out, imagine if I had unloaded N*ggas 'round me was gon' let me crash out, that shit really be bogus Now my circle small, peephole Bread loaf got bigger now Ain't no more bread crumbs in my hand, look again, it's the large amount Bad b*tches that I'm f*ckin', but still can't put the hood h*es down Got a b*tch comin' out the south, eat it off the bone, she from Orange Mound Before six people carry, I'ma let twelve people judge me Know that sight get scary, fightin' first degrees yellin' "Free me" Rather hear "Free me" than R.I.P., with my face on the tee Do my time, lay it down in that bunk, never let a n*gga hold me Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac' A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Daniel Raab Moras, Alex Christian Jean Petit Sr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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