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letra de shooters - lit lords & milano the don

shooters lyrics
[intro: lit lords]
check the name then you know it’s lit

[chorus: lit lords]
all of the n-ggas, they left me behind, they wanted to shine, they wanted me out
i’m taking my time, got [?] on my mind, i’m taking my dollars and picking my house
[?], on my way to reclaim what i didn’t know
all my shooters astound when they stayin’ low, they gon’ k!ll you on sight when i give a go

[verse 1: lit lords]
you don’t get it though, i can flex with your b-tch in my video
throw them dollars away [?]
but really though, i’m the king of the game, you already know
[?]

[bridge]
all my shooters astound when they stayin’ low, stayin’ low, stayin’ low
all my shooters astound when they stayin’ low, stayin’ low, stayin’ low
they gon’ k!ll you on sight when i give a go

[drop]
all my shooters astound when they stayin’ low

[verse 2: milano the don]
couple hitters on deck (hittin’), and i ain’t talking ’bout baseball (nah)
my shooter been up for like three days, he just waiting on [?]
you don’t mean too much, just a backwood and a [?]
trigger finger still itchy (itchy), even though the feeling in his face gone
and the feeling in his heart missin’ (aha), no jam if he start l!ckin’
’cause he always gon’ test it out ‘fore he let it sing like an audition
wrong pole, gone fishing (yeah), let it pow like a sensei (bow)
and he just keep getting bigger arms, it’s like he saying “f-ck leg day” (uh)
mafioso, i just snap a finger and the homie show you what the [?] do (snap)
[?]
i’ma do what i gotta do (aha), pushin’ b-ttons like a cheat code (yeah)
opportunity (nah) wasn’t knockin’ (huh?) so i shot it through the peephole
spendin’ money, out the wallet, i’m removin’ bills like [devito?]
see bro, if it’s beef then [f-ck bread, this is keto?]
send a couple goons to the crib, takin’ everything like a [?] (everything)
my shooter at the door, lookin’ in for a small [?]
[chorus: lit lords]
all of the n-ggas, they left me behind, they wanted to shine, they wanted me out
i’m taking my time, got [?] on my mind, i’m taking my dollars and picking my house
[?], on my way to reclaim what i didn’t know
all my shooters astound when they stayin’ low, they gon’ k!ll you on sight when i give a go

- lit lords milano the don

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