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letra de we doin bad sh!t - shofu

[verse 1: shofu]
40 on my hip, i got shooters you will never miss
i just seen your chick, and her booty looking kinda thick
she f-ckin’ with the gang, tell my n-gg-s run a train
send her back the way she came and imma act like i don’t know the b-tch
scoping out of my city, ay
bad b-tch with big t-tties, ay
ask her -ss if she with it
then get all up in her kidneys, ay
i’m just talking my sh-t n-gg-, i’m finna blow in a minute
if you n-gg-s ain’t talking money imma just keep minding my buisness
i’ve got a money stack in my vision
i’ve got a hundred packs in my kitchen
movin’ that weight on every occasion
sixteen hours imma be whipping
i need every cent, i need every dollar
born cryin’, i’ve been a baller
pay your tab in full or we gon’ pay your -ss a visit n-gg-
run up on your momma with that thirty-shot extension n-gg-
i do what i want cause all my goons gon’ go to prison n-gg- (goons!)
all these fans i got up in my true religion
gettin’ to the money fast we gon’ break the laws of physics b-tch
i wanna be filthy rich, uzi with extended clips
you don’t get the picture we gon’ mail your -ss the images
don’t matter who you came in with, it don’t make no difference
anyone can get it by the bar the shots unlimited
heavy in this b-tch, you n-gg-s lighter than a cigarette
sicker than a b-tch, it’s gon’ be hard to find when ill in it

[verse 2: tanukes]
lemme tell ’em
lemme tell ’em
lemme tell ’em
call your boy peter parker, upside-down drinking liquor
i’m a king on the web, mary jane in my swisher
you ain’t think for yourself, you be askin’ the conch
so many diamonds to count on my watch
i see ya smile i’m slappin’ it off
all of you soft, and we smackin’ the press
i got the bulletproof strapped to my chest
i be the leader, you average at best
look, you gon’ get the gat
if you snitchin’ in fact, man i got the grip packed
and the whips in the bag then we grat-tat-tat-ta
we gon’ leave you for dead and we ain’t coming back
b-tch sayonara, get out of my sp-ce
give you the boot to the face
that be a super kick, homie this blunt here is super kicked
p-ss the ash tray and a gatorade, imma go get me some food and sh-t
b-tch suck my d-ck when i’m in a bad mood and sh-t
get the f-ck outta my face
get the f-ck outta my face

[verse 3: 2sharp]
lemme get ’em
lemme get ’em
lemme get ’em
lemme get ’em
i sit down with my team, h-lla money in my jeans
booty bustin’ out the seams, get that d-ck up in her spleen
says she like me for the dough, i only like her for the blow
i d-ck her down i’m with my bros, and when we bounce we gotta go
back to gettin’ this money, pockets all teletubby
[kelly swipe?] b-tches love me, stacking bread, you full crumby
say i’m lookin’ like buddha, cause a b-tch tryna rub me
hol’ up lemme get that back (ay get these n-gg-s)
yea i’m lookin’ like buddha
disturbing the peace, now i’m feeling like ludda
that p-ssy is moist and i dive in, no scuba
i’m shootin’ a soldier [must keep?] get some troopers
you talkin’ that sh-t, you got b-tches with rugas
gon’ put holes in your body, you sponge but no loofa
ain’t no one taking my crown, look at me, f-ck with me now
your baby she eyein’ me down, please do not keep her around
she better not make an advance, or she gon’ be switchin’ up plans
i gave all you n-gg-s a chance, but f-ck it you catching these hands
bow-bow, two to your face, felt like you got hit by a car
bow-bow, from two of my n-gg-s, i bet now you know who we are
bow-bow, from two of your homies to let the squad know where you are
bow-bow, two from my glock, now you’ve just seen a shooting star

[verse 4: tokenblackygoguy]
i hate all you n-gg-s so you know that i don’t give a f-ck
and my clip extends, lets just say my d-ck is big enough
i could take the money that i made today and rip it up
just to make it back, b-tch i’m always gon’ be rich as f-ck
n-gg-s asking questions, i’m from texas n-gg- what it do
real recognize real sh-t, who the f-ck are you
i feel like rick barry warriors in my disposal when i got so many shooters, but i don’t know who i want to shoot
bow, b-tch get up off my f-cking wave
i got sneakers with me that i’m taking to the f-cking grave
when i started all you did was throw that f-cking shade
now you say i’m lucky, b-tch, i’m working like a f-cking slave
all about a f-cking check, pencil to your f-cking neck
yo girl say she know me well i don’t know where the f-ck we met
i don’t know you b-tch, and i’m higher than my f-cking debt
f-ck with me you can get smoked, that’s a cigarette
wait, wait get smoked that’s a cigarette
i get all these b-tches wet, all these b-tches get me [mad?]
if a n-gg-s f-cking with me now, i can make him die
b-tch i’m still the truth, still the truth, i can make him lie
six feet deep in the ground, i can make him lie
they don’t need no new jordan shoes, i’m gon’ make ’em fly
b-tch

- shofu

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