Famous Hoes
[00:00.00]NLE Choppa - Famous Hoes (Explicit)
[00:01.75]Written by：NLE Choppa
[00:01.75]CashMoneyAP
[00:20.58]NLE the top shotta
[00:22.45]I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
[00:24.28]Get a b**ch and make her famous
[00:25.49]Next minute she block me
[00:26.55]Thirty in this perky
[00:27.62]Need to slow down on the roxys
[00:29.45]Got a call my n***a died
[00:30.87]I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
[00:32.49]Looking for your love
[00:33.50]But your feelings is departing
[00:35.38]Pull up on the wrong street
[00:36.80]You n***as getting blicked out
[00:38.26]Gun up in my hand
[00:39.43]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[00:41.25]We was really in the trenches
[00:42.73]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[00:44.19]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[00:45.56]Because you know that we gon' bang it out
[00:47.33]I don't even know which car I'ma drive drive
[00:50.38]Roll a three-five
[00:51.08]Now I'm too d**n high I'm too d**n high
[00:53.56]B**ch I'm in my zone
[00:54.53]Don't you kill my vibe don't you kill my vibe
[00:56.80]If a n***a play you know them choppers gon' ride
[00:58.87]That micro draco clip
[00:59.83]It look like a banana like a banana
[01:01.78]A n***a look wrong in this b**ch
[01:03.10]We gonna blam him grr grr grr grr grr
[01:05.12]A lot of choppers when we ride
[01:06.43]Raise the count up raise the count up
[01:08.18]I robbed the corner store the gun over the counter
[01:11.22]And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead
[01:14.01]Ain't no surviving
[01:14.77]When you shoot a n***a right in his head
[01:17.00]Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds
[01:19.93]But they know he ain't gon' make it
[01:21.65]So they pronounced him dead
[01:22.87]Get a b**ch and make her famous
[01:24.13]Next minute she block me
[01:25.20]Thirty in this perky need to slow down on the roxys
[01:28.29]Got a call my n***a died
[01:29.56]I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
[01:31.38]Looking for your love
[01:32.49]But your feelings is departing
[01:34.21]Pull up on the wrong street
[01:35.67]You n***as getting blicked out
[01:37.04]Gun up in my hand
[01:38.25]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[01:40.12]We was really in the trenches
[01:41.55]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[01:42.91]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[01:44.38]Because you know that we gon' bang it out
[01:49.04]They gon' feel me NLE the motherf**kin'
[01:56.45]NLE the top shotta yeah
[01:58.27]Pull up on the wrong street
[01:59.39]You n***as getting blicked out
[02:00.70]Gun up in my hand
[02:01.87]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[02:03.69]We was really in the trenches
[02:05.15]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[02:06.47]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[02:07.93]Because you know that we gon' make it out
[00:01.75]Written by：NLE Choppa
[00:01.75]CashMoneyAP
[00:20.58]NLE the top shotta
[00:22.45]I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
[00:24.28]Get a b**ch and make her famous
[00:25.49]Next minute she block me
[00:26.55]Thirty in this perky
[00:27.62]Need to slow down on the roxys
[00:29.45]Got a call my n***a died
[00:30.87]I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
[00:32.49]Looking for your love
[00:33.50]But your feelings is departing
[00:35.38]Pull up on the wrong street
[00:36.80]You n***as getting blicked out
[00:38.26]Gun up in my hand
[00:39.43]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[00:41.25]We was really in the trenches
[00:42.73]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[00:44.19]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[00:45.56]Because you know that we gon' bang it out
[00:47.33]I don't even know which car I'ma drive drive
[00:50.38]Roll a three-five
[00:51.08]Now I'm too d**n high I'm too d**n high
[00:53.56]B**ch I'm in my zone
[00:54.53]Don't you kill my vibe don't you kill my vibe
[00:56.80]If a n***a play you know them choppers gon' ride
[00:58.87]That micro draco clip
[00:59.83]It look like a banana like a banana
[01:01.78]A n***a look wrong in this b**ch
[01:03.10]We gonna blam him grr grr grr grr grr
[01:05.12]A lot of choppers when we ride
[01:06.43]Raise the count up raise the count up
[01:08.18]I robbed the corner store the gun over the counter
[01:11.22]And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead
[01:14.01]Ain't no surviving
[01:14.77]When you shoot a n***a right in his head
[01:17.00]Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds
[01:19.93]But they know he ain't gon' make it
[01:21.65]So they pronounced him dead
[01:22.87]Get a b**ch and make her famous
[01:24.13]Next minute she block me
[01:25.20]Thirty in this perky need to slow down on the roxys
[01:28.29]Got a call my n***a died
[01:29.56]I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
[01:31.38]Looking for your love
[01:32.49]But your feelings is departing
[01:34.21]Pull up on the wrong street
[01:35.67]You n***as getting blicked out
[01:37.04]Gun up in my hand
[01:38.25]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[01:40.12]We was really in the trenches
[01:41.55]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[01:42.91]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[01:44.38]Because you know that we gon' bang it out
[01:49.04]They gon' feel me NLE the motherf**kin'
[01:56.45]NLE the top shotta yeah
[01:58.27]Pull up on the wrong street
[01:59.39]You n***as getting blicked out
[02:00.70]Gun up in my hand
[02:01.87]While I f**k her with my d**k out
[02:03.69]We was really in the trenches
[02:05.15]Thuggin' in the Choppa house
[02:06.47]Don't you tell me that it's smoke
[02:07.93]Because you know that we gon' make it out
NLE Choppa - Famous Hoes (Explicit)
Written by：NLE Choppa
CashMoneyAP
NLE the top shotta
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Get a b**ch and make her famous
Next minute she block me
Thirty in this perky
Need to slow down on the roxys
Got a call my n***a died
I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
Looking for your love
But your feelings is departing
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' bang it out
I don't even know which car I'ma drive drive
Roll a three-five
Now I'm too d**n high I'm too d**n high
B**ch I'm in my zone
Don't you kill my vibe don't you kill my vibe
If a n***a play you know them choppers gon' ride
That micro draco clip
It look like a banana like a banana
A n***a look wrong in this b**ch
We gonna blam him grr grr grr grr grr
A lot of choppers when we ride
Raise the count up raise the count up
I robbed the corner store the gun over the counter
And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead
Ain't no surviving
When you shoot a n***a right in his head
Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds
But they know he ain't gon' make it
So they pronounced him dead
Get a b**ch and make her famous
Next minute she block me
Thirty in this perky need to slow down on the roxys
Got a call my n***a died
I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
Looking for your love
But your feelings is departing
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' bang it out
They gon' feel me NLE the motherf**kin'
NLE the top shotta yeah
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' make it out
Written by：NLE Choppa
CashMoneyAP
NLE the top shotta
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Get a b**ch and make her famous
Next minute she block me
Thirty in this perky
Need to slow down on the roxys
Got a call my n***a died
I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
Looking for your love
But your feelings is departing
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' bang it out
I don't even know which car I'ma drive drive
Roll a three-five
Now I'm too d**n high I'm too d**n high
B**ch I'm in my zone
Don't you kill my vibe don't you kill my vibe
If a n***a play you know them choppers gon' ride
That micro draco clip
It look like a banana like a banana
A n***a look wrong in this b**ch
We gonna blam him grr grr grr grr grr
A lot of choppers when we ride
Raise the count up raise the count up
I robbed the corner store the gun over the counter
And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead
Ain't no surviving
When you shoot a n***a right in his head
Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds
But they know he ain't gon' make it
So they pronounced him dead
Get a b**ch and make her famous
Next minute she block me
Thirty in this perky need to slow down on the roxys
Got a call my n***a died
I d**n near skipped a heartbeat
Looking for your love
But your feelings is departing
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' bang it out
They gon' feel me NLE the motherf**kin'
NLE the top shotta yeah
Pull up on the wrong street
You n***as getting blicked out
Gun up in my hand
While I f**k her with my d**k out
We was really in the trenches
Thuggin' in the Choppa house
Don't you tell me that it's smoke
Because you know that we gon' make it out
