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letra de og bobby johnson remix - shotty horroh

[verse 1 – shotty horroh]

this my og bobby sh-t so you don’t wanna even, before i even start it’s “rest in peace” to uncle steven
and my gran just p-ssed so i guess i’m still grievin’, so i don’t got patience if you’re sayin’ what ya’ seein’
i don’t even wanna hear it, is that clear should i repeat it?! ay?
you f-ckin’ with a demon, my allegiance is to the people that you see me in the street with, mosh team b-tch it’s no secret!
i’ve been bleedin’, i’ve been sweatin’, i’ve been stressin’ just to see us being seated
it’s the best and i won’t rest until they see us how we see it, intermediate, i know that i’m a g*nius like he is…!
and when i say “he” i mean me b-tch, weed-in, listenin to [?], police make me run in my adidas
hidin’ ’round the corner thinkin, “the f-cker might of seen us!”, but maybe i’m just para’ ’cause i’m puffin’ on my reefer!

f-ck it anyway, this b-tch’ll suck my d-ck and make me “woosah!”, gettin’ head in the bed with a zoot spark
plus i got another b-tch comin’ with a huge -rs-, chicks like a sequel that -rs- come in two parts, woo-ha!
wait! let me tell ya’ ’bout some grown-man sh-t…while you fall in love, they don’t want a real man, nah
they just want a real man hit! the p-ssy got you hooked, what the f-ck, is you dumb? you wanna’ chill that sh-t…
’cause these b-tches are just liars, who conspire on the quiet, like the other b-tch, i peeled that b-tch! that’s on a real, that b-tch!

see when you were on ya sofa, i was flyin’ over, the atlantic ocean, had to meet with [?]
ridin’ round with deadmau5, now they wanna pose for, pictures with me tellin’ me that “i just won ’em over!”
had a little active splashin’ in my soda, when you’re in rome you have to roam like a roman!
blueberry odour, smell me you can tell that i’m a smoker, feel like {?], i’m a stoner
smokin’ weed in sweden, man you should of seen it, coverin’ alarms that were stickin’ to the ceilin’
listenin’ to [?] still wearin’ my adidas, only now i run the game, i’m the king of the emceeing!
show me someone better, i’mma’ do the liam neeson, track him down and meet him, battle him and beat him
k!ll a rapper’s whole career, have his label grieving, i’m a real rapper, the epitome of beastin’!

true say, i grew up around cobras and boa-constrictors, vultures that hope for some bones and the pickings
piranhas and sharks try to scope where the fish is, poachers approachin’ to hold up the village
don’t come and visit! (no!), homie it’s overly-vicious, all about the dough on these b-tches
we p-ss them ’round like a rotary-system, b-tch i’m as cold as the fridges
they know what this sh-t is!

- shotty horroh

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