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letra de charlie - shootergang kony

[intro]
ayy, ayy
that’s just 1g
ayy

[verse 1]
ayy, it’s f-ck the police and your mama if you ask me
i recognize n-gg-s ‘fore they turn into an athlete
you took it there, i’m just tryna heem, word to bambi
she want a loyal n-gg-, well that’s something that i can’t be
14, tooly in my jeans, h-lla ashy
i don’t know these b-tches, i’ma call ’em all ashley
yeah, i got the tooly at the table but i’m cl-ssy
belly me a n-gg-, make him wish he got his -ss beat
15, glicky in my drawers, i’m a lost cause
n-gg-s couldn’t see me from the hip, and i gotta pause
hit singers, ask ’em where they from, bet they all pause
n-gg-s that i’m with might look soft but they all dogs
hot sauce, tryna eat the human when i lock jaws
rockstars, it ian’t even rap, i’ll rock y’all
talking to the pigs get y’all n-gg-s f-cked with hotdog
been g-ngb-nging, who the f-ck is all these oddb-lls? (weirdos)

[chorus]
keep a charlie, i don’t wanna hurt n-body, n-gg-
i’m just tryna catch a vibe or a body, ugh
keep a charlie, b-tch, i got a chopper on me
it go womp-wah-womp-womp and flip the whole party, uh
if it’s on me, fold a n-gg-, origami
n-gg- say he got a tommy, should’ve shot it when he saw me
sh-t, if pookie in the room, probably f-ck her in the lobby
i’m a gang member, b-tch, so you know i got it on me, ugh

[verse 2]
kony, i don’t do the heem or d’usse
living in the funk, what the f-ck is a suitcase?
been tryna kick it like her first name lupe
i do say my brother got a song on 2k
a travel p-ss, take your -ss home with y’all traveling -ss
kony got a cougar, put the .40 in her f-nny bag
i’ma have to k!ll ’em if he sing with your jagged -ss
cherry clan, cherry air it, slide with your gambling -ss
b-tch, please, think ‘fore you speak or get b-tch-slapped
kick back, when he come outside, we gon’ rip that
hundred somethin’ sh-lls, drown a n-gg- while they dispatch
shoot first king, never lie, i was with straps
deray h-lla geekin’, jody clutchin’ a cobra
fleecy blow a n-gg- whip up like shook-up soda
yg move mean, try to move a little colder
all this paper on a n-gg- got me feeling like a folder, ugh

- shootergang kony

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