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AUNTIE LIVING ROOM - NLE Choppa
Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Terion Porter/Tyler Macklin/Tauheed Epps/Pharrell Williams
Produced by：T Perc/Mack House Entertainment
In the day
Mack house entertainment
Mhm yeah yeah yeah
Ay look we ain't no T
Ayo this go hard
For real now uh yeah yeah
Back to the basics yeah mhm
I changed my ways mhm yeah yeah
Back to the basics yeah mhm come on
I changed my ways mhm yeah yeah
Get back to the basics yeah mhm
They changed on us ayy ayy brrt
A whole lot of swishers and dracs on God
Pull on this street you ain't makin' it out
Nigga you know how we play know how we play
Makin' that bed he gon' lay in that bed
No resurrecting from the dead uh nah
Fresh as hell if the feds lookin'
Fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
Twenty on his head good profit
What that is that's another body uh
Pray to the Lord that we get that lil' boy
I repented and penned
Come on and he penned some more
Ah hah
Sent a lot of costs and took a lot of losses
But that **** made me a boss so yeah
Heard what he said we leavin' him red brrt
Mechanical choppa a whole lot of lead brrt brrt
Ride for my dawg like a ped yeah
Children are cryin' people are dyin'
Dyin' dyin'
Children are cryin' people are dyin'
Dyin' dyin'
They died in the streets streets
They got no place to sleep sleep
Children are cryin' people are dyin'
Ayy ayy let's do it brrt
Rock out with this stick no I'm keepin'
My metal keepin' my metal
762 out of the devil out of the devil
Gun in this car got a hunnid or better
Hunnid or better
Choosin' the glock and neglectin'
Baretta's neglectin' baretta's
How you gon' step to a stepper
We robbin' the robbers and killin'
The killers etcetera bang
Put my shooter on the pedestal come on
Hollow tip eat them like an edible edible
Come on come on oh
Same gun that I kill bro with brrt
Step on niggas like dog brrt
Ion need me a condom got a raw raw
The police we ain't saw we ain't saw
I was just laid back chillin' they made me a villain
I put yo niggas in position mhm
Said I couldn't come back to the hood
In my auntie's living room chillin' makin' millions
Rolls truck half a ticket parked outside
In the trenches nigga no fixin'
Post it up shirt off with a glizzy
This the life that we dream just cheerin'
He said what ah dead crickets yeah
Pasted in lead nigga we can't kick it nah
Blood on my hands nigga lickin' kfc chicken
We whippin' birds in the kitchen
Children are cryin' they cry for real people
Are dyin' nigga die for real
Children are cryin' they mama too people are dyin'
Dead for real
They die in the streets they die in the streets
They got no place to sleep they got no place to sleep
Children are cryin' they cry for real people
Are dyin' dying
I said they dyin' for real
No button on hip this a built-in switch brrt brrt
At a nigga door like ding dong ditch come here
Twin glocks on me lilo and stitch for real
He ain't my homie I'd melly that
Hah
That's like how life goes you live and you die die
Smile or cry win lose or a tie tie
I'm the same guy all-white
Hit it right on the nose nigga play a fly
Mhm
Ayy look man just free teevo too
We back on y'all
Man just gave him a honey bun like a fat kid
You know what it is
Ha ha ha yeah
Children are cryin' cryin' people are dyin' dyin' dyin'
Children are cryin' cryin' people are dyin' dyin' dyin'
They die in the streets they got no place to sleep
Children are cryin' cryin' people are dyin' dyin' dyin'
Dyin' dyin'
