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letra de shootazz'17 - nsz marci x chameleon

[chorus x2]
pow pow pow b-tches running up their mouth (grrrah)
pow pow pow shoot your -ss and drivin’ out (gang gang)
pow pow pow all them hoes want to see me now (skrt what)
b-tch i’m cashin out beat yo stupid cousin down (gang gang)

[verse 1 chameleon]
grrr gang gang
they tricking for sh-t (ayy)
f-ck all the oops
callin the cops
they cannot take me for sh-t (what)
all of my brothas do drip
all of my homies do drip
i keep my wrist it’s on fleek
ya know i’m making her sick (godd-mn)
fast cars fast life wanna get some more (skrt skrt)
said she ain’t that far now she’s droppin’ on the floor (sl-t)
roll smoke b-tch that’s just all we really know
i just praised the lord now i’m here to break the law (asap)
imma pull up with a choppa don’t mistake it ayy (grrah)
homies standin’ with them glocks if ya want take it ayy
haters talkin’ all that sh-t but still ain’t shoot me ayy
b-tch you gettin’ smoked just like you’re f-ckin loosie ayy (lil bih)
yeah shawty f-ckin for the bands now (godd-mn)
yeah let me see you how you dance vro (godd-mn)
yeah sippin’ henny for ma friendz
i been ridin’ in the benz
she was f-ckin with some lames, hoe (godd-mn)
[chorus x2]
pow pow pow b-tches runnin up their mouth (grrah)
pow pow pow shoot your -ss and drivin’ out (gang gang)
pow pow pow all them hoes want see me now (what)
b-tch i’m cashin out beat yo stupid cousin down
[verse 2 nsz marci]
ay imma pull up with the 40, man (what)
50’s in my pockets
now these b-tches wanna f-ck me, man (pew)
she said i am cute but i don’t trust her,man (f-ck it)
she wants my cash i want her p-ssy
no el chappo, man, (pew pew)
shoutout my brother ruger (sup)
if you want to run up on me
he is just gonna shoot ya (pew pew)
ayy, what?
free my brother strange
homie we ain’t playing with you b-tches
you can see my chains on me (grrrah)
ayy,wow
man i need a bad b-tch (what what)
in fashionnova dress, b-tch (what what)
if you wanna trash, b-tch
hit me up and i will put you in a f-cking garbage (apchooh)
i was rolling down the street
flexing watchie on my wrist
icon life really exists (aye yeah)
i got pistol in my back
catch you lacking let it bang
now your melody is sang,n-gg-!
[chorus x2]
pow pow pow b-tches running up their mouth (grrrah)
pow pow pow shoot your -ss and drivin’ out (gang gang)
pow pow pow all them hoes want to see me now (what)
b-tch i’m cashin out beat yo stupid cousin down (bang bang)

- nsz marci x chameleon

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