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letra de shootin' - face money

b-tch i feel like the king of this sh-t, when it′s lit b-tch i’m bringing my grip
when i get in that b-tch i don′t speak mind, you get in that b-tch it be singing vibes
when i get in that b-tch i ain’t moving my lips cause when i’m in the field i′m shootin′ my

uh uh, cause when i’m in the field i′m shootin’ my

they forever respect me i don′t be wit rats, they forever respect me breaking down them packs
they forever respect i’m taking out the gat, they forever respect i′m blowing out her back
lil cuz he young and he black, so when he got a sack ain’t know how to act
bought some drugs now he smelling like thrax, bought a gun everywhere with that strap
lately buddy been feeling detached, bottomline ain’t no feelings attached
he been thinking bout setting that tax, he been thinking bout peeling a cap
he shooting′ he shooting′, something in lil cuddy just snapped
he shooting’ he shooting′, all black rat-a-tat-tat-tat
but now cuddy back in the trap, and that matic it’s back in his lap
he in traffic his sh-t geographic, interference gone lead to that static
i be wearing that mask like a hat, put that on everything i love
in the glove if i need my gloves, in his lungs he don′t give my funds
lil b-tch tryna get on the map, swallow my cum come wit me on my runs
what she love more? me or my runts
what she want more? me or my blunt
for real that’s lil cuddy nem freak, but she wouldn′t f-ck when he had muddy sneaks
now she suck and f-ck when he wanna bust a nut, and i ain’t gotta front cause lil cuddy me

b-tch i feel like the king of this sh-t, when it’s lit b-tch i′m bringing my grip
when i get in that b-tch i don′t speak mind, you get in that b-tch it be singing vibes
when i get in that b-tch i ain’t moving my lips cause when i′m in the field i’m shootin′ my
uh uh, cause when i’m in the field i′m shootin’ my

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