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letra de make a movie - shootergang kony

[intro]
(this is jay p bangz)

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
give me two minutes
you got all that ass, i’ll be a fool in it
she cool with it
i went to her house and put a pool in it
she just said she got a n-gga, but i’m bool with it
ain’t gettin’ in that whip unless you n-ggas got a tool in it
where the wifey hoes? i got dumb b-tches
talk a lot of sh-t, so when i hit, i put my thumb in it
check, but i don’t cheat, you see, my n-ggas, we got dumb chicken
ain’t throwin’ nothin’ in y’all section, you got bums in it
pop up at your crib, you know your mama need her sp-ce
she ain’t tell you she was tryna catch a case
it’s somethin’ ’bout them young n-ggas, she just want a taste
in bathing ape, zip up the hoodie ‘fore i spray
y’all ain’t doin’ nothin’ for your trenches, redirect it
postеrize a p-ssy n-gga with this motherf-ckin’ weapon
f-ck a b-tch, boy, i bе motherf-ckin’ steppin’
i’m from red mob, you be out here bangin’ for protection

[chorus: shootergang kony]
got a hundred in the tool, brodie got a fully
gangsters in the club, asians got an uzi
strippers give me hugs, diamonds over rubies
shooters in this motherf-cker, bet i make a movie
got a hundred in the tool, brodie got a fully
gangsters in the club, asian got an uzi
strippers give me hugs, diamonds over rubies
shooters in this motherf-cker, bet i make a movie
[verse 2: daboii]
you n-ggas still ridin’ with stocks? i got a hundred in this tool
b-tch, we in here countin’ up, so don’t you come up in this room
when i was ot with the vibes, she was f-ckin’ up my mood
when she told me she was leavin’, i was chuckin’ up my deuce
and i ain’t never been no fool, b-tch, i’m edumacated
and that’s a murder that you spoke on, one h-ll of a statement
i’ll set the play on all of y’all, don’t be testing my patience
stupid, these bullets big as h-ll, now that vest ain’t gon’ make it
talkin’ ’bout he been puttin’ in some work, pull up his five-seat
uh-uh, you too saggy with the tool, don’t want around me
aw, n-ggas scared to bust they strap, n-gga, allow me
and you can have you any b-tch you want, but you got mouthpiece
eighth up in the ‘wood, eight up in the cup
sittin’, lookin’ stuck, how i’m gon’ get to the hut?
catch him lackin’ with his b-tch, but if you ask me, that’s a plus
and i ain’t even with my gang, still got shooters in the clutch

- shootergang kony

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