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[CLEAN] NLE Choppa - Beatbox (First Day Out)

[CLEAN] NLE Choppa - Beatbox (First Day Out) Hope you enjoyed this clean version! Subscribe and leave a like if you did! Comment some songs I should clean or any other video ideas! I do not own any of this music. All credit goes to the producers and owners of this track. I only used this track for the promotion of the song. If the owner wants this to be taken down, please tell me and I will do it immediately. Original Lyrics [NOT CLEAN] [Intro] Grrt (Come on) [Chorus] Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" [Verse] Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she suckin' me (Come on, come on) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (Prr, prr) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (Prr, prr, prr, prr) Park thе car before we hit thе street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (Come here, prr) Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' on hunnid rounds Whole hood been down, fuck the count 'cause we just beat it down Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground Crossed that line, you out of bounds They gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (Ayy, ayy, prr) Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox (Prr, prr) Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock (It make your bed rock) We beat them four-and-oh, just check the score, it say a lot (Ayy, check the score) Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her nigga outside Sucked me so good, I thought that I died But when I nutted, I had came back alive Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes Now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine She kept suckin' 'til she started cryin' Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em He started runnin', so I caught 'em (Ayy, ayy) Bag on his head, I bought 'em (Ayy) Told my shooter do everything that I taught 'em (Ayy) Let me know if it’s a problem Like a school boy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40 Snort it right off of his gun Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond Send a diss, I won't respond (No) Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga was LeBron (Come here) Leave a nigga where he stay Same place that I met him, I made him lay (Come here, come here) Let a nigga come and play He gon' tell his momma, "Plan the funeral date" (Prr, prr, prr, prr, prr) I got the power like Nelson Mandela You need a umbrella whenever I spray (Whenever I spray) Leave him shitty like Nutella He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K Me and my niggas, we down for whatever We step on whoever in retro J's (Retro J's) Bullet, stick like a thorn, call it Bella Make him Cinderella if he betray, bitch [Chorus] Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" Tags: #NLEChoppa #Beatbox #Clean #FirstDayOut