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letra de two shots - kaliq

[intro]
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
tick tock lawyered
gang
grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, grah
n-ggas know imma tweak
bow, bow, bow , bow, bow, bow (gang)
grah

[chorus]
two shots (bow, bow)
he better move (uh, huh, grah, grah ,grah)
disrespect will be seein’ him soon
i spot a (shh), then he gettin’ removed (like how?)
got my pistol and clear out the room (bow, bow, bow, bow)
d.b.o gang, gotta walk with a tool
he hang with them then we ootin’ em’ too (like what?)
bullets they hit him, they sticking like glue (like glue)
don’t gotta shoot, seen the barrel he flew
and that’s f-ck all the opps, if it’s up, then it’s lit

[verse 1]
if you see me better have your sh-t
spot him in traffic busting out the whip (uh, huh)
hе tried to run, but he stumbled and trippеd (don’t run)
gun in his back, with my sh-t on my hip
make the wrong move then i’m uppin’ that b-tch
f-ck that, i ain’t gonna stop when i cl!ck (at all)
dump that, he caught a shot to his rib
one to his back, and one to his fit
hide the v then i’m taking a stroll
i feel like brady, i am it and throw
full metal jackets they tappin’ his dome
we got the drop, so we ran in his home
thotty too sloppy she sucking it slow
leave her no d-ck, she ready to blow
if i can’t pick then i’m doin em’ both
i don’t like disses i do it up close
she tryna boom, make that b-tch open wide
[?] we could rump in the ride
no i can’t stick, get to nuttin’ then i slide
and you knew what it was, i cannot be your guy (at all)
so do not ask for no call or reply
if n-ggas want smoke then i ain’t asking why (at all)
i’m just tryna link up with my 9′
[chorus]
two shots (bow, bow)
he better move (uh, huh, grah, grah ,grah)
disrespect will be seein’ him soon
i spot a (shh), then he gettin’ removed (like how?)
got my pistol and clear out the room (bow, bow, bow, bow)
d.b.o gang, gotta walk with a tool
he hang with them then we ootin’ em’ too (like what?)
bullets they hit him, they sticking like glue (like glue)
don’t gotta shoot, seen the barrel he flew
and that’s f-ck all the opps, if it’s up, then it’s lit

[verse 2]
n-ggas chatting like when they gonna stop it (like what?)
if i ask for the chop imma flock it (uh, huh)
creep where he be, demons telling me ‘pop it’
and this .380 fillin’ my pocket
walked through his hood just to see if he there
see him no hesi, i’m letting it flair
don’t gotta be ready i’m staying prepared
heard sh-t dying down then we uppin’ again (up it)
pistol on my waist, knocks in the ride we gon’ d-ck on the [jakes?]
lito be buggin’ he down for the chase
full on the gas he gon’ pick up the pace
bro he a bully he get it and take (like what?)
like, he keep a match just to bake
i’m finna off him, don’t run and call him
i do this all, and then smoking with gang
[outro]
grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, grah

- kaliq

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