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letra de shoot to kill - tazzo b

[intro]
freshmoney beats
gang gang
gang!
you heard free 260, f-ck the opps
ty flex!
tazzo b
h1k made this
gang, gang

[chorus]
pop out we shooting to k!ll n-gga
all my n-ggas we saluting for real n-gga
yeah we got the pole
send me the deal n-gga
imma do him for real n-gga
yeah he gotta go
ain’t no time for the waitin’
no i don’t got no patience, adios
turn ya mans into patients
leave ’em slumped on the pavement
pop out we shooting to k!ll n-gga
all my n-ggas we saluting for real n-gga
yeah we got the pole
send me thе deal n-gga
imma do him for real n-gga
yeah hе gotta go
ain’t no time for the waitin’
no i don’t got no patience, adios
turn ya mans into patients
leave ’em slumped on the pavement
bodies fall
[verse 1: ty flex]
ty flex and i’m back again
i’ll pull up with the hurks, the billy’s and the hatz and them
move wock then we blasting them
if he jack m.i.s or the kirk then we packing him
2 shots now he stuck like a mouse trap
big .40 extend if he drop a hat
lotta n-ggas talk tough they ain’t fight back
f-ck breez and the opps, they ain’t like that
we gon’ slide thru the garvey, we gon throw us a party
dropping the hat and you gon see
hop out the v and you gon bleed
bullets rip through his face now he won’t see
knock out his bones now his front t–th
henny henny patron yeah it’s on me
how can i lack if it’s on me?
watch me smoke big breez to the dome piece

[verse 2: tazzo b]
how can you talk about tazzo the enemy
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t
y’all already know i’m pulling up with a pool stick
pop out we shooting ya whole clique
and my n-ggas be out and you gon dip
pull up put a hole in his head like a dolphin
all of my n-ggas we spinning we offense
all of these blixky n-ggas talkin’ nonsense
clip in it go to the b to play offense
get to the green but i mean like a goblin
anything moving funny is a target wait
we ain’t sending no warnings
flipping that pack from the night to the morning wait
all these n-ggas is boring
saying my name on a track got me yawning wait
know these bullets is sparking
[verse 3: tazzo b & ty flex]
listen
throwing p’s, bullets go through his neck now he won’t speak
gang
don’t creep, got shooters on the roof and they don’t speak
black hoe don’t listen you gon meet
monique with a beam and she gon tweak
b-tch we gon bang, 260 putting in pain
so p-ssy boy stay in ya lane

- tazzo b

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