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letra de shoot 2 kill - cody crush

(hook)
why the f— you n-ggas acting like you ready
i don’t think you ready for it
i left wit half i’m back for 9 already
they wasn’t ready for it
work
work
like q money on this b-tch
big money on this b-tch
got you’re honey on my d—
from the stuy
do or die
never ran never will
hustle hard
keep it real
ttg
shoot to k!ll

(verse 1)
once upon a time i was in bed wit ya b-tch
she in love wit a crip
she be burping the d— (burping the d—)
what’s ya cash app
i’m finna uber you
i bust it baby on ya face because you beautiful
rub the d’ussè
i come out like a genie
just keep waxin bikini
if they lock me say free me
i cut holes in my beanie
finna stick up habibi
take a whole pack of woods
give it back to my hood (back to my hood)

once upon a time me, money, and blizz in the whip
first we circle the strip
yeah we was stalking the s— (stalking the s—)
same corner boys that stood on stockton wit grips
y’all was posing for pics
we was poppin them s—- (poppin them s—-.)
oh we out side tonight
yeah we outside tonight
no we don’t sound alike
we don’t sound alike
you ain’t a lady
why you moving like a b-tch
turn ten years to ten days
like i’m money making mitch

(verse 2)
once upon a time i went to load up the clip
remote start up the whip
i’m from tompkins lil b-tch (tompkins lil b-tch)
k!ll two at a time
send even number to heaven
it be like 2, 4, 6
cause this a 3, 5, 7 (3 5 7)
(ahh ahh ahh)
i should of did this s— wit bobby
but this a shmurda
wit no witness to the body
just get the fetti
ain’t no loving on a cotti
if she a treesh
then treeshiana get from by me (get away b-tch)

once upon a time when i was bussin a l!ck
they was rushin it quick
dog i hit michel vick (hit michel vick)
fly bum b-tches, crowding us for dolla’s
b-tch if you hungry better eat them linciagas
might f-ck around and spend the re-up on some prada
then roll the dice and come up off ya baby father
i get the p—- then my n—– hitting too (n—- hitting too)
we cut the lights off then we bust the switch-a-roo

work… work…

work..

we out side tonight… oh we outside

we don’t sound alike… different vibes

this is brooklyn

written by joseff “cody crush” baskerville

- cody crush

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