NLE Choppa – AUNTIE LIVING ROOM Lyrics

AUNTIE LIVING ROOM Lyrics by NLE Choppa is latest English song voiced by him, Brand new lyrics of AUNTIE LIVING ROOM song is written by NLE Choppa.

AUNTIE LIVING ROOM Song Detail

AUNTIE LIVING ROOM Lyrics by NLE Choppa

(Mack House Entertainment)
Mhm, yah, yah, yah
[?]
(We love you, Perc)
Ah, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm
I changed my ways, mhm, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm (Come on)
I changed my ways, mhm, yah, yah
Back to the basics, yah, mhm
Ayy, ayy, brrt

A whole lot of swishers & dracs (On God)
Pull on this street, you ain’t makin’ it out
***, 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’
Children are cryin’, people are dyin’
They die in the streets, they got no place to 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)
7.62, out of the devil (Out of the devil)
*** in this car got a hunnid of better (Hunnid of better)
Choosing the Glock and neglectin’ Baretta’s (Neglectin’ Baretta’s)
How you gon’ step to a step per, we robbin’ the robbers and killin’ the killers, etc.? (Bang)
Put my shooter on the pedestal (Come on)
Hollow tip, eat them like an edible, edible (Come on, come on), oh
Same *** that I *** 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 you 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, ***, 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, ***, we can’t kick it (Nah)
Blood on my hands, ***, lickin’ KFC chicken
We whippin’ birds in the kitchen

Children are cryin’ (They cry for real), people are dyin’ (*** die for real)
Children are cryin’ (Their mama too), people are dyin’ (Die 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’ (I Said they die for real)

No button on hip, this a built-in switch (Brrt, brrt)
At a *** door like ding dong ditch (Come here)
Twin Glocks on me, Lilo and Stitch (For real)
He ain’t my homie, I’d melee that *** (Hah)
That’s like how life goes, you live and you die (Die)
Smile or cry, win, lose, or tie (Tie)
I’m the same guy, all white
Hit it right on the nose, ***, play a fly

Ayy
Look man, just free Teevo, too
We back on y’all *** ass
Man just gave him a honey bun like a fat kid
You know what it is?
Ha, ha, ha, yeah
Come on, baby
Children are cryin’, people are dyin’
Children are cryin’, people are dyin’
They die in the streets, they got no place to sleep

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