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letra de shine me down - hunned mill

[intro: hunned mill]
yeah man, you can go ahead drop the beat and what not
i mean, i said bruh, it’s like 2002, know what i’m saying?
i mean everybody still on, man bumping gucci mane and sh-t, [?], godd-mn
n-ggas riding down to boosie and sh-t, i mean n-ggas are youngins
hit the parties and cookouts and sh-t, i mean just chilling
n-gga [?] jumping you already know, i mean fights break out, n-ggas start shooting
but like the next day and sh-t, know what i’m saying?
it was all cool, it was all straight, but that sh-t just, it’s hot, it was just too hot out there
i mean, n-ggas just, it was just how we was living, really
it just made us sh-t, know what i’m saying?
like old folks, coolers and sh-t, real sh-t

[chorus: hunned mill]
when i’m feeling up
wanna knock me down
for my n-ggas locked up
hold it down
when i’m feeling up
wanna knock me down
for my n-ggas locked up
hold it down

[verse 1: hunned mill]
i’m not tryna juug
i’m just tryna live
but this is how it is when i came up as a kid
pretty pitbulls riding 4 wheelers
local drug dealers and they cook up f-cking with us
but that was years ago
so many [?]
victim of the streets
victim of the law
so young n-gga gon’ floss
just like my old dogs
roll some old kush for the haters talking down
i don’t hear a sound, fly away [?]
they tryna shoot me down
a n-gga feeling down
feeling like i’m kanye
sipping on some bombay’s
thinking of ways to get money
living through the struggle
so a n-gga grinding
[bridge: hunned mill & black kray]
so a n-gga shining
yeah
yeah
uh, yeah
fly, fly, fly
shine, shine, shine
[?]
why, why, why, why

[verse 2: black kray]
on the dirtroad, up in a-town
riding down the road, dope runners all around
tall white tee with the white flames to match
fresher than a b-tch, make the hoes get heart attacks
[?] standing at the traphouse
so depressed when the boys came out
[?] like they got locked
only one we [?] godd-mn need some dro
dirty ass kids and some lil dirty b-tches
sh-t bad, youngins had to pick ya own switches
boys grew up, ain’t n0body gon’ touch me
went and got my gold slugs f-ck the game of [?], b-tch

- hunned mill

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