Taliban Chords by NLE Choppa

[Start]

[Intro]
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■   Brr Ohoh ohoh
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Niggas better not
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Niggas better not pop out for real


[Verse]
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Brr ayy
                        
Ayy my brodie got a lick
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He say he tryna bring 'bout forty back
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Forty packs and forty racks
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Zero point four Cal and a MAC
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Box him up Apple Jacks
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Ratatat tatatat
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In the Scat caught him lackin'
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Windows crackin' tires flat
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I say We ain't come here for nothin' nigga we want it all
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Jewelry on you know that I'm stuntin' nigga we love to ball
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Never duckin' opps if I'm inside I'm duckin' federals
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Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on Fentanyl
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Ayy pop him drop him I got 'bout twenty on God
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Ayy spot him watch him look one more time I'll spar
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Ain't no trustin' us we bustin' stuff like we play for the Warriors
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What you is nigga What you bangin' You say you that then throw it up
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Suck the gang she throwin' up now she sayin' she don't know us 
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New hoes comin' through we goin' up nigga fuck her
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Drugged up my face mugged up he say I'm toughtough
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Move them killers we don't say shit we let them guns bust
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Even though I had talent I was still out committin' robberies
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My past keep on following me you know I acknowledge greed
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Good deed bad deed we gon' do that shit if we in need
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Bad bitch with bowlegs fuck me I think she Cherokee


[Chorus]
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I be comin' with Taliban drugs
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Paraphernalia and the contrabands
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They say they can smell us still let me board then I land
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Better treat me like Osama in this bitch
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But we ain't stabbin' bullets gettin to clappin'
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The first nigga play he gon' lay ayy ayy ayy
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This a hooligan she raisin' ayy bae bae bae
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Wraith that's my taste I ain't tryna drive no straight
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Left a nut on her face goodness sake it look like a cake
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Fast sip slow smokin' dope lean out the bottle
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Fuckin' on a model I DM'd her I ain't have to follow
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Never trust a ho I put my faith into these fuckin' hollows
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Come here barrel to the face blow his brains out him
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He out of bounds I had to foul him
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Ref throw in the towel
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The crowd goin' wild
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Big man on the block Pau Gasol
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And round to round pound for pound you can't last clown
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You must've heard about that last nigga we bummed down
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Ayy my brodie got a lick
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He say he tryna bring 'bout forty back 
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Forty packs and forty racks
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Zero point four Cal and a MAC
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Box him up Apple Jacks
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Ratatat tatatat
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In the Scat caught him lackin'
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Windows crackin' tires flat
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I say We ain't come here for nothin' nigga we want it all
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Jewelry on you know that I'm stuntin' nigga we love to ball
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Never duckin' opps if I'm inside I'm duckin' federals
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Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on Fentanyl
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See I be comin' with Taliban drugs
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Paraphernalia and the contrabands
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They say they can smell us still let me board then I land
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Better treat me like Osama in this bitch
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But we ain't stabbin' bullets gettin' to clappin'
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Nigga we ain't stabbin' bullets gettin to clappin'
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We ain't totin' machetes
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We'll send you to Heaven with a stabbin'
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A stabbin' stabbin' stabbin' right in front the Reverand brr
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Nle the Top Shotta
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Ball out ball out ball out
       
Oh woah
              
Eh eh woahwoah
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