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letra de expensive - shootergang kony

[chorus]
talk is cheap but the funeral’s expensive homie
sh-t my worst fear is close n-ggas tellin on me
i spent years in the jungle now it’s felons on me
told my girl i’ll probably go out with this weapon on me
body count but that ain’t some imma mention homie
i’ve been thuggin all my life, who got an exit for me
i sent a shot you sent a shot and made a testimony
post a picture out your way he look scary dont he

[shootergang kony]
talk is cheap but the funerals are expensive homie
yeah gamble with my life, this sh-t regular for me
bust my chop go to sleep this sh-t melatonin
conversation with the guys we got h-lla forties
dropped the phone inside a bris this sh-t spillin over
don’t even ask what im hitting we got different doja
can’t see snakes in this grass think im with a cobra
got a choppa in the room choppa on the sofa
if you owe us then the pot probably spillin over
it get hot on my side we can be explosive
you ain’t got no mob ties you ain’t even notice
tryna rock with my guys you gon need a blower
you sucking d-ck we give bop n-ggas cold shoulders
we be smoking opps and you’re squad dont got no stoners
when i see my opps i go live, you a pole thrower
when it’s time to slide you behind you a no shower
[chorus]
talk is cheap but the funeral’s expensive homie
sh-t my worst fear is close n-ggas tellin on me
i spent years in the jungle now it’s felons on me
told my girl i’ll probably go out with this weapon on me
body count but that ain’t some imma mention homie
i’ve been thuggin all my life, who got an exit for me
i sent a shot you sent a shot and made a testimony
post a picture out your way he look scary dont he

[shootergang vj]
you ain’t got no mob ties you ain’t heard up on us
i’m probably on that opp side with like thirty sum
or maybe fifty either way i’m tryna hurt me some
pulling through my own hood i might dirt me some
this sound crazy but i guess that’s what it is
all these n-ggas acting brazy but ain’t never split no weaves
you innocent and you ain’t really into sh-t
i fell in love with the streets and we get very intimate
kony told me stop dissing but this bris won’t stop hitting
your funerals be expensive you can’t funk with no chicken
every time i got ?
if i ain’t finna go to jail take me home it’s no snitching
that n-gga dead i know he did it i ain’t dissing brodie
my only fear is my closest n-ggas snitching on me
if you ain’t ready for that war then don’t mention home
cars guns bails money sh-t expensive homie
[chorus]
talk is cheap but the funeral’s expensive homie
sh-t my worst fear is close n-ggas tellin on me
i spent years in the jungle now it’s felons on me
told my girl i’ll probably go out with this weapon on me
body count but that ain’t some imma mention homie
i’ve been thuggin all my life, who got an exit for me
i sent a shot you sent a shot and made a testimony
post a picture out your way he look scary dont he

- shootergang kony

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