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letra de patron - shootergang kony

[intro]
i like it
ayy, ayy
punk rock b-tch, you hear me? ayy
ayy

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m popping, you would think i’m pimping
if the lights on, why your chain ain’t hittin’?
we both from the hood, mine made me different
if you playing with the dough then leave your brain on missing
n-gg- slippin’ then that n-gg- gettin’ packed out
to tell the truth, feel like geekin with this mac out
i black out, throwing bullets ’til i ran out
run a play, flag out, he foulin’, get tagged out
i get to trippin’, n-gg-s want beef, i get chicken
lil’ s-xy redbone can’t get out my mentions
i was inside only when i had detention
who knew in a couple years i would buy a smith and wesson?
i’m a stepper in my section, in your hood, you ain’t known
spent a stack, still tryna hit that money off your dome
st-tched lip, when i die, put my spirit in the chrome
b-tch, i came from h-ll so tell that n-gg- that i’m home, n-gg-, ayy

[chorus]
poppin’, n-gg-, i don’t pop patrón, n-gg-, ayy
simone ain’t the only one i boned, n-gg-, ayy
if i f-ck too many b-tches, take me home, n-gg-
first night, she gon’ do me early for a song, n-gg-, ayy
vj got they team runners on
if a n-gg- try to guard me, i’ma shake him out his mones
my ex insecure ’cause she see me getting on
she put the booty on me, i couldn’t even see her thong, n-gg-, ayy
watch me, i’ma get her out her jawn, n-gg-
lil’ mama, you don’t even need that phone, n-gg-
if you see me start a problem, take me home, n-gg-
first night, she gon’ let me f-ck her for a song, n-gg-

[verse 2]
ayy, free jody gin-bili
i’m forever geekin, lil’ zack and them my co-d’s
snuck into the club with a peashooter on me
hit the n-gg- h-lla times, then i’m runnin’ to the forty
floater with the wrist, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no rollie
reach for my neck, they yellin’, “free kony”
cops picked me up ’cause a n-gg- tellin’ on me
i was fresh out on bail with like seven felons on me
you wouldn’t even bust a grape, n-gg-, man, i hate n-gg-s
in vallejo, f-ckin’ with my bay n-gg-s
goin’ ‘gainst the team, you just can’t, n-gg-
do it for my team before i do it for the game, n-gg-
you stupid, i’ma let you see your brain, n-gg-
you woofin’, you ain’t even got a thing, n-gg-
you ain’t never had to sell a pistol ’cause of stains, n-gg-
strictly only shooters like i’m rbe the gang, n-gg-, ayy

[outro]
i can’t see that b-tch underwear, n-gg-
what you talkin’ ’bout, n-gg-? ayy
do this like jody

- shootergang kony

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