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letra de warm up - shootergang kony

[intro: shootergang kony]
ooh, punk rock, b-tch, free deuce block jody
kony motherf-ckin’ gin-bili
f-ck you n-gg-s talkin’ about, n-gg-, yeah
shootergang, n-gg-
ah, this my sh-t man, look, look
i do the little puzzle, know what i’m sayin’
ah, ah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
i’m a well known shooter, screamin’ f-a-b (f-ck a b-tch)
if she choose me, she just ride it like an atv
to chase me, i need bands, like pay my fee
so when it’s all said and done, i’ma swim in her cheeks
i don’t sleep
you wasn’t yellin’ gang last week (nah)
my main b-tch tweak ’cause my hoes on fleek
i’m a beast, put a n-gg- on a white tee
g lock, one fist, you tryna excite me, bite me
all the cops is tryna indict me
i don’t smoke tree, i smoke suckers
slap the wrong song, you a dead motherf-cker
pick a b-tch out, she was hoeing undercover, don’t judge
b-tch throw cooter, i just run off on the plug
i supply dope d-ck, he supply dope love
hit him in his mouth, touch his brain like drugs
you don’t shoot, how the f-ck your gun clean like dub? (n-gg-)

[verse 2: slimmy b]
me and kony in this b-tch, huh?
and if i’m to the neck, it’s me and .40 in this b-tch
hit them suckers, get to shootin’ like i’m kobe in this b-tch
hit the tour then i dip, leave her lonely in this b-tch
n-gg-s hate me, told the b-tch come pay me (broke b-tch)
speakin’ down on me for some puss, n-gg-s mainy
glock on the ground but the clip hold kd
stick on me, i’ll rock a fella like jay-z
f-ck all that talkin’, where the dough at?
if you ain’t tryna pay me then you know where the door at
cls benz, ain’t no lease, n-gg-s own that
see an opp in traffic, ain’t no cappin’, b-tch we on that
throw that -ss back, stop playin’ with it
never cuffin’, you know i’ma let the gang hit it
if you ain’t drop on this mud then you ain’t sippin’
and your main b-tch the reason a n-gg- chains hidden, n-gg-

[verse 3: allblack]
look your b-tch in her eyes, ask her if she know me
last night i was on tip like shootergang kony
break a white b-tch pockets, lamar on khloe
ride through by pushin’ up, i fade him like kobe
cold side pillowtalking, i’ma 304 him
jake and jesse james shootin’ like ’02 gin-bili
i don’t tote .40’s, i wear choppers and pumps
no sh-ll trace, hit him with that tre-pound black skunk
seem like i always b-m my hand when i give him a chance
feel like steph when that b-tch got blood on his pants
or in that function when that b-tch turned you down for a dance
drop it to the clap or that d-lo “no hoe”
i was at breakfast, restocked bacon, you offer, and eggs
like rose gold with that pistol strapped to her leg
like metro boomin with that pot scarf around his head
like when you walk in and i’m f-ckin’ your wife in your bed
the warm up

- shootergang kony

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