letra de shootersshoot - tjsound
wocka flocka rock
dressin’ tip top up on your block
sprayin’ with a glock
i will never stop
make a b-tch pop
that’s my pop style
poppin’ up on nice beats
flowin’ with the tune
yeah i’m pipin’ up my melody
b-tches downin’ henny hennessy
can’t you see all the dishonesty
that’s why i don’t trust no b-tch
unless she movin’ shoortersshoot
in or out the bin
you know we only speakin’ truths
speakin’ truths
yeah
pull up in a all black
trailer for the racks
kick you in your sac
no b-tch i never lack
ten toes down
f-ck a tic tac
i got b-tches like some triple x
f-ck a double x l on my nav sh-t
b-tch i’m top sav yeah
gucci strap up in the whip
bottle after bottle yeah we done it by the sip
grippin’ your b-tch by the hip
only smoke it out the zip
front on me and b-tch you gettin’ flipped
b-tch you gettin’ flipped yeah
wocka flocka rock
dressin’ tip top up on your block
sprayin’ with a glock
i will never stop
make a b-tch pop
that’s my pop style
poppin’ up on nice beats
flowin’ with the tune
yeah i’m pipin’ up my melody
b-tches downin’ henny hennessy
can’t you see all the dishonesty
that’s why i don’t trust no b-tch
unless she movin’ shoortersshoot
in or out the bin
you know we only speakin’ truths
speakin’ truths
yeah
put a b-tch on a thump
and i ain’t talkin’ bout a blunt
no i never stunt
pull up in a s cl-ss
brought 5 b-tches with me
and i finna left with 50 yeah
the club gettin empty yeah
why y’all gettin’ senti
it’s tj on the beat
and you know i got plenty yuh
never popped a xanny yuh
but i’m bout to win a gramy yuh
bare people still haven’t seen me yuh
i’m from the village in the city yuh
i do the dash in a drop top
50 over limits what’s a cop yuh
50 bands for the whip
that’s a cop yuh
skirt off in the foreign
all your b-tches borin’
private jet man i’m soarin’
v12 man i’m floorin’
petal to the metal
you know i never settle
heatin’ up like a kettle
b-tch whistle i get better
climbin’ up the ladder
stackin’ up this cheddar
and i’m only gettin’ better
b-tches only gettin’ wetter
heavy weight fighter
sneak up on you i’m a feather
cast your eyes to my reign upon the game
like i’m inclement weather
b-tch i’m the best and i did not stutter
yeah
wocka flocka rock
dressin’ tip top up on your block
sprayin’ with a glock
i will never stop
make a b-tch pop
that’s my pop style
poppin’ up on nice beats
flowin’ with the tune
yeah i’m pipin’ up my melody
b-tches downin’ henny hennessy
can’t you see all the dishonesty
that’s why i don’t trust no b-tch
unless she movin’ shoortersshoot
in or out the bin
you know we only speakin’ truths
speakin’ truths
yeah
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