° Free Download Of This Amazing Song “MP3 Purge On Em by DJ Booker & NLE Choppa”
° Duration: 03:11
° Recorded: 2024
Experience the captivating essence of an amazing recording artist DJ Booker & NLE Choppa who has just released a remarkable art creation in form of a music titled “Purge On Em”.
This song is one of the upcoming album project which will comes fully prepared with many amazing tracks while featuring other legendary artist
As you all know, DJ Booker & NLE Choppa An award-winning artist has really done well in the music domain, All the recently released songs trended across the continent and beyond, that is why this one is a must-listen aswell.
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Purge On Em Lyrics by DJ Booker & NLE Choppa;
[Intro]
-Eh, eh, woah
Brrt
Nigga know what goin’ on, NLE, Top Shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda, brrt, Don Dada
Eh, eh, woah, woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Spazzin’ out, Pluto, spazzin’ out, Pluto)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch I thug with the gang, it’s the same when I’m out
If the boy not the same, then we bangin’ it out
If you come in my house, there’s a Glock every couch
Told the bitch he can’t hang, so we lettin’ him out
We do drills out this car, we be uppin’ the count
Put the cash on his head, it look like advanced money, so my niggas they want that amount
Off of these meds, I move like damn junkie
All this pain that I got, it is off
We do the offer and y’all do the talk
Take a look at this scope, up one, we chalk it
Threw me a body, damn right we caught it
We ain’t gon’ stop ’til the gang in a coffin
New Drac’, just bought it, all black with some drums
Your soul, we want it, that’s what we robbin’ for
[Chorus]
Find a location, we pull up and face ’em
The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that
Straight to the block and I post with a .50
They know how I’m comin’, they know where I’m at
All black attire, I cover my tats
And if I see a opp, I’ma slam like Shaq
Last nigga play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limbs detached
Bad bitch hit my phone, say I’m doin’ her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong
Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone
The opp pack that I’m smokin’ on too strong, it got my wig gon’
Opps chillin’ in the house, they quarantining, slide on ’em and purge on ’em
[Verse 2]
Ayy, only sit with bosses at the tables, I don’t talk to the haters
Show a nigga what’s a lion from a gator
I’ma leave him dry when I bait him
Bullets gon’ hit, we ain’t never gonna graze him
Fuck with your folks, but your momma can’t save ’em
Thug to bone, been this way since the cradle
I’ma tote it to the grave and it’s somethin’ that I stand on
Fuck a opp bitch screamin’ Crip with my flag on
I’ma get your mans killed, have his nigga making sad songs
I send a hit of the flip, I might throw away the iPhone
I’ma up off the rip if he look then his eye gone
Let that bitch keep on talkin’, he type on
Catch that bitch out in traffic, that pipe on him
Yeah we clutch automatics we might harm
Better approach with caution, I got a warrant
Slid on the opps we hit two in a row
And I’m lettin’ off shots when he open the door
Niggas be duckin’ and hidin’ and sendin’ Subliminals
Really we all know the score
Draco bullets ripped him up and clipped him up
Slipped him up like he walkin’ on soap
Niggas know I keep it tucked, might stick ’em up
I can’t get it caught without on me
[Chorus]
Find a location, we pull up and face ’em
The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that
Straight to the block and I post with a .50
They know how I’m comin’, they know where I’m at
All black attire, I cover my tats
And if I see a opp, I’ma slam like Shaq
Last nigga play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limbs detached
Bad bitch hit my phone, say I’m doin’ her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong
Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone
The opp pack that I’m smokin’ on too strong, it got my wig gon’
Opps chillin’ in the house, they quarantining, slide on ’em and purge on ’em
[Outro]
Brrt
Slide on ’em and purge on ’em
NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda