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letra de poa | 2020 - skabzemortal

go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn

go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn
go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn

[verse 1]
b-tches hope we treat ’em caddy like
they servin’ curves in camry land
mr. pen in hand from the corner that turned pakistan
blowing on the k!ller kush, cracking like some plummer ass
riding in this yota, my blunt ashed, perform the dash
a hundred plus what i’m doing the lane sixty
shooting game at this dime, i’m on my tory lanez dig me
she living for the moment the picture to post and quotables
f-ck am i to do? just engage to get a quote or two
maybe -, maybe -, maybe -, she don’t brain giving mind
she play her placement just fine
i’m sl!ck rick with eyepatch, i do got next
i’m southernplaya andre, got no time for the tens
them ends coming in slowly, got no ring for the rosey
you n-ggas is phony, you n-ggas ain’t, what?
you n-ggas never be homie, you n-ggas ain’t squad
matter fact back up off me, phony n-gga

[hook]
go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn
go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn

go ahead, shoot sumn
loot sumn, we got the pot
we brew sumn

[verse 2]
and when the emcees came, the n-ggas went missing
i was in my momma chicken
cheffin’ poison with no pot to p-ss in
i’m built different, i spill different, i’m real living
selling back that new age crack to all my real n-ggas
sack by sack that’s rap by rap
from the corner that turned pakistan, shot left, that sh-ts iraq and n-ggas is strapped
like b’s and c’s, no cpt or ctp
this jhb, bnc help make me these
these chucks on my feet, keep cypher complete
i spoke my peace, now peep st–ze
as i write these sixteens for the big screen
may i stay that nappy headed n-gga with a little dream
and with the green i never switch on woe
i stunt foes, i need all of my n-ggas looking cool and cold
like we supposed, i wrote this verse under oath
tell all my n-ggas get the loot and the b-tches get the gold
[hook]

[bridge]
now throw your hands in the air
and wave ’em like you just don’t care
and if you like what i kick and all that pimp sh-t
everybody let me hear you say “oh, yeah”
now throw them hands in air
and wave’ em like you just don’t care
and if you bout to hit a l!ck and you like this pimpin’ sh-t
everybody let me hear you say “oh, yeah”

- skabzemortal

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