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letra de shooterz - feltz or f3ltzyy

intro – feltz

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gang gang

verse 1 – feltz

woke up with the mac and the spliff by my side
living in a life with f-cked up sh-t getting shown in my eyes
westernized, living in a place that isn’t nice
so you know that i’ve gotta get it right
but i’m with some shooters, shooting at the other side
god d-mn, you know that we love this life
selling drugs just so that we can survive
tryna get our mumma somewhere f-cking nice
but they wanna hype, there’s one way to respond to them
getting paper like potter, waving wands at them
call my youngens with the bunners there be onto them
bunch of suckers, you just bluffers, you ain’t got no skengs
f-ck it, i’ll call up skengman to come with the skengs
some small, some big, perfect size there for ben
arm him up for when he’s out of ends
cos word on my mumma i can’t trust none of his friends
get to bunning, their be running, when we coming
we ain’t stunting, doing frontings, when we bun him
we just got a bunch of grub and the guns in
now we can’t wait to go and f-cking snub him
you’ll see me with my shooters when we’re out clubbing
tell the bar tender to bring the bub in
waving stacks, so the chicks know that we got money
so try something funny, g-who? it will get cruddy
straight gully, in the cut, with the racket like murray
slice you up, dice you up, turn you into korma curry
cruising in the passenger side, en route to surrey
if a b-tch wanna chat sh-t we’ll do over her hubby
let me bring it to where i left off
come to the ends i’m with some big dogs
don’t walk down here you can get your sh-t lost
i’m with my section, sh-t about to get locked off
i don’t panic cos the thing never jamming
tell the b-tch to chill with the spamming
i’m in pilot mode like i’m never landing
i don’t think these hoes are understanding
round and round we go, on the road, just to sell some dope to cope
on my own, all alone at home,in my zone
on my phone, with a chrome and a couple of stones
so you wanna talk bad until you get blown
up and down on the strip, tryna get me rich
better know my shooters never miss
it’s a straight hit, bullseye, got the target
ain’t scared, spark it, b-tch, i’m the darkest
up in this booth like lets make money
and i know all my gang they love me
so they know that i’m here when it’s a f-ckery
sh-t, you can’t get enough of me
sending me pictures of me in her bed
she gave me head cos it’s better then s-x
and she telling me that i am the best
well, at least that’s what she said
oh yes, no stress, i smoke skunk, you smoke cess
so don’t test, cos you’ll get hit right in your chest
fmj, hollowtips, going right through your vest
and your brother is next, now your family upset
but f-ck it cos i do it for the cheques
like a hitman, i get man, and wait for the next
assignment, go ride on em, with no sweat
fast death, head shot, now he can and rest
my flows poisonous like lead
that’s some lead to your head
try push me off the edge
you’ll be taking that step
b-tch
try push me off the edge
you’ll be taking that step
b-tch, ay

- feltz or f3ltzyy

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