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letra de break it down - shootergang kony

[verse 1: shootergang vj]
she just walked up in the house, i’m finna’ make her walk up out it (h-ll no)
put her shoes on my carpet, they ain’t even cost a thousand, you wylin’ (b-tch trippin’)
i get bored and get to prowlin’, n-gga paranoid at first, i get to shootin’ and start smilin’ (bow, bow)
wait a minute, n-ggas tryna play the middle, n-ggas g-y (woah)
if he talkin’ bout his beef, this n-gga must’ve ordered steak
we been creepin’ through they streets, and we ain’t finna take no break (huh)
b-tch you know i got my heat, and i ain’t finna take the case
that’s what the b-tch for boy, you’s a b-tch though boy
if i catch you with that n-gga, i might strip ol’ boy (ayy)
yeah this glock compact, with stick though boy
in this whip, then you b-tches suckin’ d-ck, no choice (look)

[chorus: shootergang vj]
break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (by the zip, ayy)
b-tch, i got pounds and pills, i got bricks (i got bricks, ayy)
she kinda thick, i keep thinkin’ i’ma hit (i could bang her)
man, i put that on the clique, i just f-cked a homie b-tch (a homie b-tch, n-gga)
i can’t stand you n-ggas, don’t even trip (don’t even trip)
i ain’t finna put my hands on n-ggas, i get ’em hit, look (i get ’em hit)
she wanna dance for n-ggas, and do the splits (she wanna dance for n-ggas)
better go and get yo b-tch my n-gga, ’cause she on d-ck (she on d-ck)

[verse 2: shootergang kony]
keep a stepper, smokin’ opps until i cancer (smokin’ opps)
chance her? boy the whole hood done slammed her (whole hood done slammed her)
f-ck about a b-tch, i hardly got no manners (no, hoe)
this b-tch was h-lla happy, i came back like black panther
i don’t dance with b-tches, i give ’em d-ck (ayy, ayy)
told her make an onlyfans, i might subscribe beause i’m rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)
with the sh-ts, so i’ma knock my broke b-tch (uh-huh)
just bagged a n-gga, and i might buy this b-tch some hits (huh?)
this instrumental, i’ma rip the glock nine with stick, ol’ boy (bow)
in the trenches, you ain’t never took a trip though boy (huh)
i’m in the whip, two four-fives with d-cks, no boys (ah)
told her she don’t wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (look)
[chorus: shootergang vj]
break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (by the zip, ayy)
b-tch, i got pounds and pills, i got bricks (i got bricks, ayy)
she kinda thick, i keep thinkin’ i’ma hit (i could bang her)
man, i put that on the clique, i just f-cked a homie b-tch (a homie b-tch, n-gga)
i can’t stand you n-ggas, don’t even trip (don’t even trip)
i ain’t finna put my hands on n-ggas, i get ’em hit, look (i get ’em hit)
she wanna dance for n-ggas, and do the splits (she wanna dance for n-ggas)
better go and get yo b-tch my n-gga, ’cause she on d-ck (she on d-ck)

- shootergang kony

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