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letra de clutch shooter - shootergang kony

[verse 1]
ayy, quit pouting there’s hoes in this whip
she give me 7 thousand i might with pose this b-tch
ya n-gga don’t be growling he done froze with the stick
cold with sh-t like d rose with this kit
scared to double back please we pros on the skit
ya eva seen a player shake the n-gga out his hips
a n-gga main funna blow me to this
we pour a 4 in a brisk ima need my fix
we get in any altercation, this 40 leave you bacon
i barely f-ck with n-ggas i’m the real ronald reagan
…. with this rocket i don’t need a demonstration
runs fa the opps so the suckas is what we blazing
if a n-gga f-ck my b-tch then she free’еr than a mason
riding with this drake like my first name nathan
wе the type to never make the charts cause we banging
got ya bm h-rny in the head like she satin

[chorus]
she touch d you gone try and come an tackle
funk will get some numbers on ya head like a raffle
ask him where he from the n-gga came off baffled
flew her to the castle made her bite me like an apple
baby this the macking of the year they just hassle
pull up off the dribble with a fully i don’t travel
b-tch kind of big rode her back with the saddle
ima real bull you a member of the cattle
[verse 2]
you could throw a pebble at a pimp but these pistols move mountains
pull out the dusse now i’m funna have her shouting
had to put my team on my back like ray allen
the prison playing d they’ll never quit the fouling
clutch shooter i can hit the jack while off balance
fail map every year i’m still money counting
n-ggas got some nerve tryna borrow a couple thousand
made her fly herself from atlanta like a falcon
burnt ass b-tch i barley know her
and quit acting like you trapping when ya p-ssy for the low
running plays with empire ima still send him home
told her we ain’t f-cking but she still called my phone
order b-tch the shots but i’m still off the rose
lil kony in her ear like a pair of headphones (bop)
fans on my insta i won’t trip ima pose
tryna throw a turtle at his neck like he cold

[chorus]
she touch d you gone try and come an tackle
funk will get some numbers on ya head like a raffle
ask him where he from the n-gga came off baffled
flew her to the castle make her bite me like an apple
baby this the macking of the year they just hassle
pull up off the dribble with a fully i don’t travel
b-tch kind of big rode her back with the saddle
ima real blood you a member of the cattle

- shootergang kony

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