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letra de intro - 47shawnn

[hook:]
n-ggas got problems we can solve em’
pull up with a choppa
gun em down like osama
pull up with a tech
and it got a green beam
imma hit a stain like my name mr. clean
n-ggas trynna run the bands
f-ck it
b-tch, b-tch i’m the goat
imma get the pump
and imma smoke him like a port
call of duty war zone
hit em with a rock
i don’t milly rock
but i can hide it in my sock

[verse 1:]
i get the bands every day of the week
i keep me a stick
like i’m craig of the creek
you talk sh-t on twitter
that sh-t for the weak
cause this glock make you snap
like i’m sending a streak
n-gga you tweakin’
just leave me alone
cause these rap n-ggas mad
they won’t give me a loan
and i feel like i’m muzzo i’m back in my zone
and i feel like i’m kanye
i’m watching the throne
gucci my body
you smell my cologne
cause i’m fighting like rocky
sylvester stallone

[bridge:]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(we going back in? okay)

[verse 2:]
i’m stacking my coins
i can get what i like
i’m taking ya b-tch
and i give her the pipe
and i feel like a fish
cause i’m keeping a pole
and your, your girl the devil
she taking my soul
i do what i want
and i get what i want
and i’m taking your head
and i kick it like punt
stop saying you real
when you really a b-tch
you folded on gang
and these b-tches ain’t sh-t
i’m all by myself
it’s just me in this b-tch
i’m in my own world
and it’s lit as a bic
why don’t you want me?
i’m sick of this sh-t
i’m caught in a net
i’m not talking bout flix
i’m caught up in love
i’m like stuck in a temple
your b-tch gon’ sharpen d-ck like a pencil
sharpen ya mind
and unfocus the mental
you flipped like a coin
i should call you a nickel
feeling like ku klux
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
unless they my brothers
we all squeezing triggers
throwing a lob like i play for the clippers
i’m trynna see demons
i’ll look in the mirror
in love with myself
yeah i think i’m conceited
i’m all in control
and you alt
get deleted
this sh-t for the birds
when we beefin’ you tweetin’
you backing up
like your hairline is receding
knock on your door
like a jehovah witness
i’m all on ya head
like a cap that was fitted
you cappin’ on gang
and that’s not all the truth
i hit her both angles
not talking acute
your b-tch gon’ blow on my d-ck
like a flute
she scroll through my gram
and she think that i’m cute
my d-ck in her mouth
it can put her on mute
just like an owl
i make her go who?
f-ck who you talking to
n-gga you crazy
i pour up the seal
i’m not talking bout’ navy
f-ck who you talking to
n-gga you crazy
i pour up the seal
and then imma get lazy

[outro:]
(you already know what the f-ck going on, b-tch)

- 47shawnn

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