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letra de let it blow - shootergang kony

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
ayy
don’t be all up in my ear with that sh-t oh would
baby b-ttermilk and she remind me of meagan good
i’ma fire on ’em just because the homie fella would
boy we in the county ain’t not spraying with the p-ck-r-woods
clean set, tryna bite his flesh like i’m dmx
callin’ me insane because i smile when i hear the tec
ain’t no mean eyes, all that starin’ you gon’ witness death
put it on the set, he gon’ cry when i give him that
i ain’t hear nun’ but gun smoke
he froze like his gun broke (gun broke)
d-ray give me hope, let him burn like a co-coke
murder all he wrote, flip his load off a no joke
i was jus’ playing, shut yo b-tch ass up bro (b-tch)
really in my prime so i’m down if you ready
we throw a party on yo block ’cause every sh-ll is confetti
if you need it, i could give it when i’m rocking with heavy
the sig sauer got a stock
but it’d rumble a chevy ha (boom-boom)

[chorus: shootergang kony]
couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
we got glocks tec road trips movin’ h-lla weed (h-lla weed)
23 you gon’ talk it out my jeans n-gga (talk it out my jeans)
left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (buah-bah)
call me kony with this choppa how i let it blow (bow-brrrr)
he was frozen with his stick but he ain’t let it snow
i ain’t into babysitting i just let her ho
catch ’em picking up some weed
smoke him at the store look

[verse 2: allblack]
dog talkin’ loud as f-ck but his pockets quiet (shhhhhh)
if i can touch it’s going down like a 92 ride
runnin’ with guns on yo block when demons be slidin’
n-ggas be laid up with b-tches
scared as f-ck, hidin’
if i can’t get to you yo mamma and yo kids dyin’
said what i said
b-tch get on me if you really ’bout it (get yo ass out)
i ain’t no gangsta i’m a pimp baby i own a 4 (factual)
i ‘on sell drugs, break windows, and swipe at the store (never)
call me cupid dog with this choppa how i let it blow
n0body f-ck with them lame ass raps, let it go
out here rockin’ like i’m tryna put max to sleep (yes i am)
slapped the honor, got us kicked out
they mad at me (that’s what i do)
if i was high he was gon’ die
chris mullin for three
cristiano, jet li, janikowski
kick that chinese k off if you keep talkin’ ’bout me
make sure that ho kissin’ your lips
check all my chips

[verse 3: offset jim]
high as h-ll, poured a six i’m sleep walkin’
you gon’ do what to who? don’t get me started (nerd)
i’m always on tip, i’m sure that you know me
i got shooters down in sac like shootergang kony (ssg)
shoot a n-gga from a distance, out of pocket vision
when you do it, do it right all it takes is precision
you a gangster or a b-tch? n-gga make a decision
knock a n-gga off the gate first trial offenses
run up like you stupid, i’m cancelling christmas
my brotha’ could’ve beat it but left a few witness (f-ck)
i ‘on wan’ talk to b-tches unless if it’s business
glock 23 is mean, it damage the tissue
broke a lot of hearts tryna find mine (f-cked out)
thotty stepped on me it was a land mine (boom)
two bad b-tches at the same time (did it)
i can’t speak for no n-gga but i blam mine (jim n-gga)

- shootergang kony

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