Side (Explicit) - NLE Choppa
Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Alex Petit
Cash money AP
I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me
I ain't gotta ask I know my ay mama proud of me
I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me
And my n***a we was thuggin' we was doin' robberies
You ain't gotta ask if it's on me it's on the side
Every time that a young n***a ride
Hundred shots up out this chopper let 'em glide
I can't let 'em slide 'cause it f**k with my pride
I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky
Tryin' not to hurt somebody ayy
'Cause I was stuck up in the storm when the rain came
We don't care where it's at we do it broad day
I let the opps run the city tryna maintain
Goin' down the wrong road gave me road rage
I had to tell 'em we ain't goin'
For nothin' don't know what the squad on
A rich n***a like the lotto sippin' moscato
I put a n***a on the news I probably read 'bout him
Her head super-duper fire made her head throttle
He say tell me the meanin' of a thug
I'd rather be a gangster 'cause I can't show no love
'Fore I do my dirt I mask it on with a glove
If he get up in my way
Then I'ma hit him with a slug yeah yeah
I ain't gotta ask I know my mama proud of me
And my n***a we was thuggin' we was doin' robberies
You ain't gotta ask if it's on me it's on the side
Every time that a young n***a ride
Hundred shots up out this chopper let 'em glide
I can't let 'em slide 'cause it f**k with my pride
I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky
Tryin' not to hurt somebody nah nah nah nah
Ayy got my glizzy and my blicky tryin' not to hurt somebody
Nah nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah
Bum bum NLE the top shotta yeah
Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda
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