letra de made niggas - shoot instant
[intro]
dun know
young k!lla
young k!lls
p dun dunna
it’s a madness
free up the mandem
[verse 1: young k!lla]
fam we’re g’d up
don’t tek talk from no one
so know what you’re saying
if you thought it, that’s the old one
i leave you slumped on the curb, choking on your own blood
thinking to yourself, you shoulda never kept your chrome tucked
shoulda let your chrome buck and hit me up
but he never (nah)
must’ve been g-ssed up from the mask and the leathers
told man wannabe’s don’t live long
but it’s like, man don’t clock ’til their bredrins get pitched off
fam listen up a lot, this sh-t in you brain
there’s no second chances if my sticks to your frame
so dun with the hype and take your lips off my name
from my dawg doing run up, to all you pr-cks in the day
fam with my n-ggas there’s no if’s and but’s
we grip on snubs, and sticks get bucked
wigs get touched, and pr-cks get sucked
in the home of the black gang, there is no love
[chorus: young k!lla]
fam know what it is
si to py
the whole of my cl!ck
been gunning since knee high
grip on the heat tight
let couple sweets fly
and i laugh, while this p-ssyhole’s dreams die
fam know what it is
si to py
the whole of my cl!ck
been gunning since knee high
grip on the heat tight
let couple sweets fly
and i laugh, while this p-ssyhole’s dreams die
[verse 2: prover]
i’m a made man looking for a rifle
but right now the star 9’s my idol
the redrum’s in my vision
murders on my mind bro
you’re f-cking with a pecknarm psycho, pecknarm general
i do what i’m meant to do
i’ll put an end to you
you pr-cks are edible, just like a vegetable
this ain’t ross kemp’s sky one, pdc
this is pecknarm black gang (dun know)
we don’t stunt on dvd’s
we leave heads in tv screens
aim for your head, dun your dreams (dun him)
si to py, know what we’re flipping
know what we’re gripping
[chorus: young k!lla]
fam know what it is
si to py
the whole of my cl!ck
been gunning since knee high
grip on the heat tight
let couple sweets fly
and i laugh, while this p-ssyhole’s dreams die
fam know what it is
si to py
the whole of my cl!ck
been gunning since knee high
grip on the heat tight
let couple sweets fly
and i laugh, while this p-ssyhole’s dreams die
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