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letra de oh shit - shredgang mone

oh sh-t lyrics
[intro: shredgang mone]
we back on it (shred)
shred (shred)
got them boys in here with me today
shred
shred
shred
shred, shred, shred, shred, shred, shred

[verse: shredgang mone, 2-three & the godfather]
oh sh-t, them boys back (them boys back)
jackboys on your ass, you can’t avoid that (nah)
oh sh-t, we’ll get on your ass (come here)
they don’t wanna see me pull up with that fully mac (rrah)
oh sh-t, i forgot the mask (what?)
he ain’t livin’ anyway, put him in the grass (r.i.p.)
oh sh-t, the glock got a fully (yeah)
i might look like i’m sweet, but i’m a f-ckin’ bully (shut the f-ck up)
oh sh-t, these lil’ n-ggas p-ssy (they pushed me)
oh sh-t, i swear these n-ggas pushed me (they p-ssy)
oh sh-t, now i be in his bushes (what?)
oh sh-t, pop out like ashton kutcher (haha)
oh sh-t, the rollie got the boogers (boogers)
my n-gga boom stay with them chops, so he must be the butcher (brrah)
oh sh-t, oh no, big glocks gon’ blow (gon’ blow)
i’ll get a n-gga whacked, got some slimy lil’ bros (slatt)
hold on, hit his hood with that wood’ll get him gone (gone)
high as f-ck on the block, me and bro just matched a four (yeah)
my pole long, gotta keep it, they’ll take me ’cause of bro (okay)
they don’t like that dread-head n-gga, treated him like ho (fire)
h-ll yeah, that’s us, big racks, big guns (yeah)
feds question me ’bout murders, had to ask ’em which one? (which one?)
’cause they know this dread-head n-gga stay with big guns (k’s)
when i pull this b-tch out, watch that lil’ b-tch run (he gone)
we them n-ggas known to drop a hundred shots
we them n-ggas known to slide down the block (we them n-ggas, ayy)
we them n-ggas that be terrorizing opps (we them n-ggas)
we the ones gettin’ questioned when they drop (we them n-ggas, ayy)
we the ones with the fullys on the glock
we the ones that be takin’ them up top (we them n-ggas, ayy)
we the ones that be gettin’ n-ggas cropped
n-ggas hoes, say they gangsters, but they not (we them n-ggas, ayy)
i’m the one got her open off a rox’ (yeah)
screamin’ f-ck the judge ever since brodie got locked (f-ck ’em)
i’m a vet in these streets, lil’ n-gga, i ain’t no rookie (nah)
smoke a bookie, do a n-gga broad day, bring out the hoodie (fah-fah)
lumberjack in these streets, i’ll pull up with the woody (yeah)
hundred round in this b-tch’ll wrap a n-gga like a muslim (he gone)
free stone, free deep, and free my n-gga boogie (free my brothers)
i ain’t got no gloves, so i’ma wrap my hands up with some footies (yeah)

- shredgang mone

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