° Free Download Of This Amazing Song “MP3 Off The Muscle by DJ Booker & NLE Choppa”
° Duration: 02:25
° 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 “Off The Muscle”.
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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Off The Muscle Lyrics by DJ Booker & NLE Choppa;
[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Ayy, Sean John drip when I walk in the porch
NLE, Top Shotta, Don Dada, ayy
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Ayy, ayy, Cook that shit up, Quay
I let my nigga ain’t even know this where he be
(Yeah, yeah) Fuck you too now
(Tahj Money)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Sean John drip when I walk in the porch, house so big that it look like a porch
Smack him the pistol, pussy nigga you dork (Brrt, brrt)
Pussy ass nigga you are not out of porch
Give him a grave, my nigga gon’ dig it
Put the lean in my cup and you know I’ma sip it
Bitch, I’m gone of this .30, I think that I’m trippin’
I’m so high in this bitch, I thought my heart was my kidney
Your nigga, they bitches, they coming up missin’ (Ayy)
My chopper got .50, I shoot till it’s empty (Ayy)
This bitch here a fully, you totin’ a semi (Ayy)
I’m countin’ up commas, completin’ my sentencе (Ayy)
The way that I’m livin’, pop out in your city
She suck on my balls while I grip on hеr titties
He say he gon’ kill me, your nigga like Ricky
You gon’ sound like a waitress, we leave him tips
Keep them sticks up like them blind folks
Say I’m a bitch, you lyin’, hoe
But so when we slide, 30 shots up at these nine, hoe
Want me to kick it? Got no time, hoe
But you can suck it anytime
Pull it out and skewed on her face I made her eyes closed
Wokhard in the cup, shit hit like Rocky
You can’t do the picture with a gun, you won’t scare nobody
I ain’t even wanna do it, but I caught another body
Bad bitch, go to old me, she a hidden talent
Overdose in the bitch, I just popped another rock (Ooh)
Didn’t mean to say that, don’t tell nobody (Ayy)
Fucked up in the hospital, fucked on the doctor (Ayy)
I was up in heat, now even TG’s a lost cause (Ayy)
Who gon’ stop me? They say I’m a Top Shotta (Ayy)
Shot him, shot the friend, now the body on top of him (Ayy)
Hunnid some shots, it’s demolition, bitch, I’m a polisher
Shot in the mouth, he was hollerin’ (Brrt)
A bitch about murder, my Tyler, bullet, they swallow him (Brrt)
He eatin’ the bullets, lil nigga, you got it
We give him a moolah, like [?]
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I’m late for my show, cause [?]
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If you get in the business, I’ma shoot your nose
If a nigga want beef, I’ma kill your bro
Baby Mexico with the Pope, Vamanos
Don’t need to open his leg, all of ’em blow
Bitch, I’m ridin’ this beat, you signin’ my blood
I’m fresh out the dirt, but I’m sippin’ on mood
I just call me a lack, I’ma put it on two
My brother, he blood, but I’m callin’ him Cuz
Had to C-walk, dump my clip, cause I did my dirt for Crip
Them niggas, they said we dipped
How we run when we upped off the hip
And y’all was the niggas that was doin’ them flips
Shot him in his neck, but it came out his lips
For all of the opps, this shit here a PSA
Shoot you for real, I might go to the NBA
While the poet, I scuffle my Jack and my Delfin
You think we gon’ scuffle? I pop bean like a bottle
You scatter your niggas, my niggas, my brothers
If one of ’em gon’ cross me, on God, I’m gon’ bust
[Outro]
NLE, the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like AL-Qaeda
Nigga play, swear to God gon’ be murder, on God
Fuck you, bitch