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letra de shottas - jaydayoungan

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no friends with me
they burned they bridge with me
turned to enemies
burnin’ all my energy (heartbeatz on the track)
they askin’ me what got into me
you ain’t no friend to me
you ain’t no kin to me
f-ck
and i’m runnin’ through money on money
i’m thumbin’ through hundreds, i’m runnin’
i could f-ck on your honey, i don’t want it
snow give me that p-ssy, she cummin’
in the trap tryna run up my numbers
no fast food, servin’ them onions
in the field, my n-ggas be gunnin’
they be talkin’ that sh-t, but they runnin’ (the heroes)
before i even let you cross me again, i’d rather go be by my lonely
i know some n-ggas’ll pull up and dump it, i tell ’em to dump it, them n-ggas gon’ dump it
these n-ggas, they act like they want it, these n-ggas don’t want it, i swear that my n-ggas be on it
i ain’t forgot sh-t, b-tch, you still on my list
when we up them sticks, we gon’ put the b-tch under

[chorus]
dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
dreadhead, rasta, 23, where my shotta?
oh, oh, oh, where my shotta?
we had a lot of sh-t to do
what the f-ck got into you?
you know what we been through
you know what we been through
everybody been hatin’ on you
i had a place for you
i seen greatness in you
you somethin’ i hate to lose
[verse 2]
if closed mouths won’t eat, closed eyes won’t see
how i was starvin’ every night, i had to find a way to eat
i been chasin’ after money, demons chasin’ after me
why you tryna lie to me and tryna play me like i’m green?
i’m just tryna win it all and count it all with my team
real shooters get close, we don’t really need a beam
p-ssy n-gga in my business, middleman in between
plenty bands in my pocket, glock stuffed by my skinny jeans
i’m on it
tell me what it is and i’m on it
sippin’ lean early in the morning
got a bad lil’ b-tch, she h-rny
too high, might wreck the foreign
but f-ck it, might buy me a new one today
or buy me a chopper, a new one to spray
if he step in my way, he losin’ his face
i told ’em i was slangin’ iron, thought i was lyin’, no
these n-ggas p-ssy and be lyin’, they like my side hoes
and i can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
and i can shoot you in your sh-t with a blindfold, bang

[outro]
with my eyes closed
i can count a million dollars with my eyes closed
i can shoot you in your sh-t with a blindfold
these n-ggas p-ssy as a b-tch, they like my side hoes
side hoes
they like my, oh-woah

- jaydayoungan

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