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letra de who shot you - tata

[intro]
[?]
[?]
41 [?] b-tch
(major, that’s you?) ([?])
[?] boom, b-tch
[?] boom, b-tch
everything ah!

[chorus]
how you my opp’, n-gga? who did you shoot? (what the f-ck?)
[?] my brother, go dumb with that [?]
[?], i stay on my twitter
if i reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
i was thirteen, had the knocka in school
f-ck around and get lit like a fuse
stomach shot and watch his body ooze
put on the news since he feignin’ for views

[verse]
[?] in my hoodie, i feel like a reaper
and this 40 gon’ boom like a speaker
[?] boom, b-tch
he fast on his feet, we beat him out his sneakers
i’m on court, these n-ggas on the bleachers (what the f-ck?)
now i got more money than my teachers
[?] these bullets delete a n-gga
like a benadryl, brodie gon’ sleep ’em
n-ggas on the net throwin’ subliminals (what the f-ck?)
and they say they do sh-t that they didn’t do
n-ggas only be gangsters digital
f-ck all the talkin’, i’m tryna get rid of you
i be buggin’, ootin’ like a visual
on the net, they just wanna be visible
40 hit ’em and make ’em invisible (b-tch)
move the wrong way, [?]
big bro touch been tellin’ me to chill
but my demons just tell me go dumb
i don’t got emotions, i feel numb
and they think we a band ’cause all of us got drums
he tried to run, and he ran outta luck
i see [?] and i don’t give a f-ck
call me kobe, fourth quarter, i’m clutch
she doin’ it sloppy, won’t stop ’til i nut
how you say i’m a b-tch and got shot by one?
ayo, jenny, dump that gun
he want smoke then i can hit his lungs
and i’m really a demon, i do this for fun
i can’t beef with that boy, he a bum
[?] gettin’ daddy off rum
b-tch, [?] man, these n-ggas my sons
[?] opp’ and watch that n-gga run
i really go dummy, n-gga, got a thottie
i’m all in her tummy, n-gga, all of my opp’ are just broke
bummy n-ggas, call me prejudice
i do not f-ck with n-ggas like wassup with n-ggas?
i want money, n-gga, you f-ck with n-ggas?
done with n-ggas
oh, he say he don’t f-ck with n-ggas
i can’t wait ’til i run into a couple n-ggas
[chorus]
how you my opp’, n-gga? who did you shoot? (what the f-ck?)
[?] my brother, go dumb with that [?]
[?], i stay on my twitter
if i reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
i was thirteen, had the knocka in school
f-ck around and get lit like a fuse
stomach shot and watch his body ooze
he got put on the news since he feignin’ for views

[post-chorus]
i really put on for the w
you [?] if i say i don’t f-ck with you
not even fast, n-gga, how could i run from you?
[?] feelin’ comfortable
i really put on for the w
you [?] if i say i don’t f-ck with you
not even fast, n-gga, how could i run from you?
[?] feelin’ comfortable, b-tch

[outro]
b-tch
everything [?]
41 shots

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