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NLE Choppa – Gamble With My Heart (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
DMac
DMac
Programming
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Programming
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Programming
TntXD
TntXD
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Jerome Grant
Jerome Grant
Songwriter
Jhamiel
Jhamiel
Songwriter
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
DMac
DMac
Producer
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up, TnT (DMac on the fuckin' track) Oh-oh, NLE the Top Shotta I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Woah, woah Ayy, ayy, ayy Sometimes I gamble with my heart, I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?" Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the Rugrats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin' Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come And I ain't goin' in 'til the mornin' I see a cop, I'm on it We leave his mama mournin' He send a threat, ignore it The internet for corporate We leave his body cold spread and then his breath aborted Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you Tell 'em keep goin' hard 'cause I know that's just what I would do People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on side of you Granny and mama happy her son havin' a baby Movin' like a don, so them niggas steady hate me Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I'm posted with the Drac', man Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part Turn your back on me, we getting ready for war Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car Gambles and crosses and losses, we take those If you ain't man enough, then my killers known to make those Pesos, we get even, that's if you owe, bro Game up in a chokehold, they tellin' me to let go Lately, I been havin' stress all day Too many problems we face Gotta sit down and pray Uh-uh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay Sometimes I gamble with my heart I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know where to start, it got me askin', "Where the drugs at?" Suburban who? 'Cause I be posted with the rugrats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really sold crack Billion views up, but I'll still go and kill somethin' Take one of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'til you niggas come Yeah NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda We'll post up 'til you niggas come
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Sterling Reynolds, Lukas Payne, Thomas Horton, Luke David Clay, . Jhamiel, David Mcdowell, Jerome Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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