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letra de who wanna play - shredgang mone

[intro]
it’s the biggest shred (shred, shred)
know i stand on it
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
rip dada (jaylap, talk to ’em)

[verse]
the drac’ sound like fah fah, fully sound like blah-dah
n-ggas on the ‘net trollin’ ’til we at his mama house
pop outside in black trucks, know we finna walk him down
now we got his whole block slappin’ like the waffle house (the biggest shred)
don’t forget that, send shots at his chinstrap
i ain’t have to move, i just went and dropped a big bag
wrap him like a present, then they put him in a gift bag (yeah)
once i drop this money, ain’t no way they call the blitz back
[?]
if these n-ggas make me mad, my n-ggas comin’ for you
this ain’t no one-shooter skit, they ’bout to come with the drills
youngest n-gga in the buildin’, biggest gun in the room
they know i came from the trenches, ‘bows in, i’m ’bout to bench press
since he sl!ck talkin’, got a pistol for his b-tch ass (lil’ b-tch ass)
[?] his ass a sh-t bag and send him by his waist (yeah)
we tried to give a get back, got pistol for his face
i shred n-ggas for they gold chains, rolexes, bank rolls
caught his ass in traffic, shot the k like i had road rage
all window shots, had him shakin’ like he fabo
shred him for his pounds, up a ten off of this ‘bow play
seen my pockets bulgin’ ’cause it’s stuffed with that chicken in it
got this fn on me, know it stand for flippin’ n-ggas
i got all these hundreds stacked up, came from the breakdown
gold 41 on, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no steak house (uh-uh)
9 on me like rondo, got hoes like i’m kenny red
19x, like xzibit, tryna pimp his whip
crazy white n-gga from the hood think i’m eminem (but i ain’t)
come through, beat the block up, hit it in my timberlands
n-ggas say that i’m a loose screw so i keep my tool on
hoes say they don’t kick the door, we trappin’ in the school zone
i ain’t never froze when it’s time to put my boots on
get in the game and pushed the rock like my name duruso
[?] got the bag right ’cause uncle back outside (uh-huh)
glock with a flashlight, but you ain’t posin’ for the shot
you probably catch me on the plane if i ain’t holdin’ down the bronx
turn him to a bowling ball, i have him rollin’ from the shots
[chorus]
who wanna play with me?
who wanna play with me?
who wanna play with me?
who wanna play with me?
who wanna play with me?

- shredgang mone

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