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letra de shooters ft. emtee - saudi

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intro – saudi
bring all em guns man ya, ya know what i mean
bring all em guns man
yall boys better start shooting
know what i mean
i’ma k!ll something n-gga, know what i mean
navaron tingz

[hook – saudi ]
i think they
so confused by all this nail polish
so confused by all this color in my hair
i don’t think yall n-ggas wanna play
chopper on me come through if you dare

[chorus – saudi & emtee (adlibs) ]
yall boys so d-mn p-ssy (no cap)
i don’t even know why y’all be looking (i don’t know)
shots bang, everybody shooting (pah pah)
them n-ggas dead ain’t no recruiting (yeah yeah)
i keep that thing , that thing , that thing they gotta shoot (oh yeah you gotta shoot) x 3
you gotta shoot

[emtee verse]
angifuni uk’ringa nani
ngifuna imali yami
protecting my son, i just got a gun
yeah you better run (take off)
call your clique or something
we gone have some fun, till the beef is done
whole lot of young n-ggas (till its done)
just waiting on your door stеp
lotta whips outside, rari’s and the corvettеs
since we came in the game
young n-ggas been bossing (yeah)
young n-ggas been wild (hah)
choose who you go to war with
f-ck with the gang then i might catch a case
yeah we on but i’m not scared to look you in the face (scared to look you in the face)
probably put you in your place
i don’t run a race
real trapper boy yeah i was moving weights (real sh-t)
[chorus – saudi & emtee (adlibs) ]
yall boys so d-mn p-ssy (no cap)
i don’t even know why y’all be looking (i don’t know)
shots bang, everybody shooting (pah pah)
them n-ggas dead ain’t no recruiting (yeah yeah)
i keep that thing , that thing , that thing they gotta shoot (oh yeah you gotta shoot) x 3
you gotta shoot

[saudi verse]
i got maroon stains on my navy blue giuseppe sneakers
but i’d rather let them put a hole inside your head about some cash
i ain’t never ever in my whole d-mn life ever been anything close to a p-ssy dont get it confused
used to have the bird-flu
then i made them birds flew
all my hoes got curfews
they come to me after you
might make them come after you
they with the sh-ts like urinals
dont pour me up that’s theraflew
choppin down a bag and majority for my mama
popular than a motherf-cker but still keep the hammer
heard they want the static
i ain’t the one to f-ck with call me magic and i ball baby

[chorus – saudi & emtee (adlibs) ]
yall boys so d-mn p-ssy (no cap)
i don’t even know why y’all be looking (i don’t know)
shots bang, everybody shooting (pah pah)
them n-ggas dead ain’t no recruiting (yeah yeah)
i keep that thing , that thing , that thing they gotta shoot (oh yeah you gotta shoot) x 3
you gotta shoot
[outro – saudi & emtee]
yall boys so d-mn p-ssy
no cap
why yall be looking
i don’t know
everybody shooting
pah pah
ain’t no recruiting
yeah yeah
ngifuna imali yami x2

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