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letra de shooters - ebk young joc

[intro]
(f-ck the other sh-t, we got milo on the beat)

[verse]
real n-gga, i can never joce (i can never joce)
just me and lil sleaze, ain’t n0body else to call (just me and lil’ bro)
b-tch, i’m hundred proof, i bet these other n-ggas fraud (i thought you knew)
this ain’t nothin’ little, what i’m clutchin’ on is large (ah-ah)
i just squeeze the trigger, it sound like round of applause (brrt)
hope you don’t think we fightin’, ’cause i’ll blow you in the mall (stupid)
and yeah, i might be small, but i’m the coldest of ’em all (haha)
they congratulate a n-gga, but rеally hopin’ that i fall (what the f-ck?)
this ain’t shaq or curry, but on this court, b-tch, we ball (ayy)
so we took thе top, and n-gga, no, don’t you fall (ayy)
we was on the block duckin’ the cops, f-ck the law (ayy)
roll on me, pole on me, hangin’ out my drawers (know i had it)
that is not my brother if he said he ain’t involved (not at all)
you’s a cat, n-gga, my mama raised nothin’ but dogs
don’t get jacked, n-gga, cuddy tryna come over here and floss (b-tch)
we done cracked n-ggas over they sh-t, even a boss (ah-ah-ah-ah)
don’t get whacked, n-gga, f-ck payin’ a price, even a cost (ah, ah)
stop, hold on, wait (hey, what the f-ck?)
poppa dance, watch me walk him down with this k (ah, ah)
at fleming’s or morton’s, i’m eatin’ shrimp and some steak (i’m eatin’ good)
i was gon’ f-ck lil’ bitty, but brodie told me she stank (hah)
don’t need n0body, me, myself, and i, i hold my weight (i hold my weight)
but what about you n-ggas? let me know (ayy, let me know)
i heard y’all recruit n-ggas, but we don’t (boy, what f-ck?)
don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas, and that’s on bro
and that’s on bro
don’t f-ck with no new n-ggas, and that’s on bro
i heard y’all recruit n-ggas, but we don’t

- ebk young joc

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