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letra de off the dribble - shootergang kony

[intro]
l-finguz

[verse]
lil’ n-gg- heavy metal machine, i’m the team
murder was the case in the scene, a slug fiend
bully n-gg-s like i’m preme, what’s up beans?
know it’s only been a second, i keep thinking it’s a dream
i’ma wake up, you gon’ be right here, this ain’t fair, blood
you ain’t even see my chain, how it glare, blood
been a while since a n-gg- said a prayer, blood
i’m a real n-gg- and real n-gg-s is rare, blood
gang keeping it lit, you in the air, blood
standing at the viewing and all i could do is stare, blood
if you hear me, i pray that you feeling better
f-ck i look like just putting you on a sweater?
the f-ck i look like letting n-gg-s say whatever?
f-ck a homie, i will do you, and nina, you gon’ let her
gsr on me and glizzy came with a vetha
put a n-gg- brother on the facebook header, ayy
this the game, just the way that it goes
it ain’t no escape, you can never oppose
ali asked me why these n-gg-s don’t go, and i don’t know
you ain’t slid, what you bang this for? you n-gg-s hoes
a homie die and n-gg-s supposed to die, make it multiply
i blame rap sh-t, that’s what i decide
i ain’t posting n-gg-s’ music if you living a lie
i’m the shooter, i can shoot while i drive, on god
pull up on the side of a sucker and let it spark
p-ssing on my hands while you laying in chalk
your big homie fed, sh-t, we can’t even talk
’cause n-gg-s fake, boy missed, on god
i bet you i’ll be active when i’m rich, on god
i bet you i could k!ll you without catching a high
and shootergang a family so i gotta provide
about mine, leave a n-gg- stopped at stop signs with glock-9’s
free hundred shots, free mula, and free vines
and buddy, you a boy, blood, i got your spine
cover your back like i do ali
i’m just happy that you n-gg-s breathe without a machine, on b’s
pourin’ out opps, i ain’t kickin’ no lean (nah)
ham and cheese, b-tch, you gotta play for my team
when i’m h-lla geekin’, deray know what i mean
and so do sama, jody flee him while he strapped with the beam
squeeze standin’ in my corner, when i squeeze, he squeeze
and pathi, b-tch, you know it’s ssg
and when it’s bulletproof, a chopper sh-ll won’t breach
you ask me, it’s shootergang ’til a n-gg- deceased
off the dribble, b-tch

[outro]
l-finguz

- shootergang kony

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