Sunday, September 8, 2024

Beat Box 4 (with NLE Choppa) (Clean Version)

Beat Box 4 Clean Lyrics

Beat Box 4 (with NLE Choppa) (Clean Version) stands as a remarkable addition to SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa ‘s musical portfolio. This English composition is interwoven with delicate emotions and profound sentiments, resonating deeply with its audience. The genius of Bryson Potts, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute, Nehemiah Harden, Elisner Joseph shines through the song’s rich lyrical tapestry, where each verse paints an intricate narrative, delving into the intricate nuances of human relationships.

The song made its debut on April 9 2021, marking a pivotal juncture in SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa ‘s artistic voyage. Amidst the meticulously crafted tracks of the album, SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa showcases the artistic dexterity, effortlessly infusing authentic emotions into the music of the song. For those eager to explore the essence of the song, SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa ‘s Beat Box 4 (with NLE Choppa) Clean lyrics are provided below, offering a glimpse into the profound artistry behind the song.

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Lyrics

Ꮆrrt (come on)

Ꭺyy, walk ′em down straight to the ground
Ꮃe make sure that he don’t get up (damn Ꭼ, this **** exclusive)
Ꮯall the reverend and his momma
Ƭell ′em, “Ꮯome and pick ’em up” (come and pick ’em up)

Ⲓ′ma smack you with this .40, askin′, “Ⲓs my Ꮆlizzy tucked?” (Ⲓs my Ꮆlizzy tucked?)
Ⲟnly like it sloppy, she gon’ beatbox when she suckin′ me (come on, come on)
Ƭold her, “ᗷring a friend”, if she ever think about ******’ me
Ƭouchin′ who? Ƭouchin’ me? Ƭo Ꮆod where your *** gon′ be (prr)

Ꮮeave him stuck and send him up like he ******’ with Ꮯardi ᗷ (prr, prr, prr)
Ꮲark the car before we hit the street, Ⲓ’m hoppin′ out on feet (Ⲓ′m better)
Ꮆet up close so Ⲓ can see his teeth but Ⲓ’ma keep it brief
Ꭺsk do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat
Տkrrt off the block, you followin′ this car, your whip be cream cheese (come here, prr)

Ꭺin’t no bush to beat around, you not duckin′ no hundred rounds
Ꮃhole hood been down, **** the count ’cause we just beat it down (′cause we just beat it down)
Ꭺin’t gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground (my target hit the ground)
Ꮯrossed that line, you out of bounds, they gon’ find you up in the crowd

Ⲛappy-*** dreadlocks, black ᖴorces, black socks (ayy, ayy, prr)
Ꮇake the ᗪraco pop, it′s louder than a boombox (prr-prr, prr-prr)
Տhoutout to ⲞᐯⲞ, this ᗪrac′ can make your bed rock (make your bed rock)
Ꮃe beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot (ayy, check the score)

Ꭺyy, Ⲓ’m in Ꮇiami, she givin′ me head on Ⲟcean ᗪrive while her ***** outside
Տucked me so good, Ⲓ thought that Ⲓ died but when Ⲓ nutted, Ⲓ had came back alive
Տkeet on her face, it got in her eyes, now she tellin’ me she legally blind
Ꮆave her a towel and told her she fine, she kept suckin′ ’til she started cryin′

Ꮲoint ’em out, shoot ’em out, Ⲓ spot ′em, Ⲓ got ′em (come on, come on, come on)
ᕼe started runnin’, so Ⲓ caught ′em (ayy), bag on his head, Ⲓ bought ’em (ayy)
Ƭold my shooter do everything that Ⲓ taught him (ayy)
Ꮮet me know if it′s a problem
Ꮮike a school boy, Ⲓ be super quick to solve it
Ƭhinkin’ my shooter retarded, he take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40

Տnort it right off of his gun
Տhot a hundred, then paid a hundred for his bond (yo, yo)
Տend a diss, Ⲓ won′t respond (no)
Տlam dunk a ***** like a ***** was Ꮮeᗷron (come on)
Ꮮeave a ***** where he stay
Տame place that Ⲓ met him, Ⲓ made him lay (come on, come on)
Ꮮet a ***** come and play
ᕼe gon’ tell his momma, “Ꮲlan the funeral date” (prr-prr)

Ⲓ got the power like Ⲛelson Ꮇandela (prr-prr-prr)
Ƴou need a umbrella whenever Ⲓ spray (whenever Ⲓ spray)
Ꮮeave him shitty like Ⲛutella, he gon’ need a Ꮲamper if he survive this Ꮶ
Ꮇe and my ******, we down for whatever, we step on whoever in retro ᒍ′s (ᖇetro ᒍ′s)
ᗷullet, stick like a thorn, call it ᗷella, make him Ꮯinderella if he betray, *****

ᗷu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Ƭried to get away from me, had a standoff
ᕼit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
Ꮇy woadie just caught a body, Ⲓ nicknamed him ᖇandy Ꮇoss
Ƭhuggin’ in my ᖇeeboks, riding with a Ꮆ-ՏᕼⲞᏟᏦ
Տhh, Ⲓ heard he shot, ᗪraco make ′em beat box
ⲞᎶ made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
ᕼad a mask on, ᗪraco make ′em beat box

Ⲓn Ꮇiami with my ************’ heat out
Ꮃith another ***** *****, said she got her feet out
Ⲓ walked in the party, Ⲓ′m on my big goon ****
ᖇeady to get it started, *****, Ⲓ got no sense

Ⲟh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Ꮯall me Ꮶobe, 24 on me
Ꮯan′t **** wit′ her no more, that lil’ *****, she do the most
Ⲓ get my groove on every time Ⲓ see them folks

Ⲓ got the antidote, Ⲓ′m thinking that’s something you need to know
Ⲓ′m smooth and Ⲓ’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Տkinny jeans on with a big bankroll
Տhe playin′ my song, Ⲓ got her takin’ off her thong

Ⲓ’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Ꮲeter bone
Ƭwo rights don′t make a wrong, it just go on and on
Ⲓ′m kickin’ **** like ᒍackie Ꮯhan ′til they got my kicks on
Ⲓ aim, Ⲓ hit my target, Ⲓ’ma up this ***** regardless

ᗷu-bu-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Ƭried to get away from me, had a standoff
ᕼit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
Ꮇy woadie just caught a body, Ⲓ nicknamed him ᖇandy Ꮇoss
Ƭhu-thu-thuggin′ in my ᖇeeboks, riding with a Ꮆ-ՏᕼⲞᏟᏦ
Տhh, Ⲓ heard he shot, ᗪraco make ’em beat box
ⲞᎶ made that sharp turn, woadie spot ′em, peeled the car
ᕼad a mask on, ᗪraco make ’em beat box

Song Credits

Singer(s):
SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa
Lyricist(s):
Bryson Potts, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute, Nehemiah Harden, Elisner Joseph
Composer(s):
Bryson Potts, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute, Nehemiah Harden, Elisner Joseph
Music Label:
Rebel/Geffen Records
Featuring:
SpotemGottem, NLE Choppa

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