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letra de shots fired - unknown i

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man i rather not go work a day of my life
tiger b-tch i got the stripes
i don’t give a f— about a b—-
man i’d rather go provide for my babe and my wife
diamond in rough got the ice
up to bat i’m about to strike
swing batter batter swing, i’m about a dream, martin luther king, (na na na na)
no more being quiet, don’t you even try, ain’t you getting tired of been sick and tired
look inside the lense, day inside the life
got a lot of pain, see it in my eyes
trying to get a soccer check, my n—- the way i been running my goals up
davinci when painting a picture my sh-t it been ringing won’t pick up the phone nah
hid in my messages, slid in my dms like b—- you won’t leave me alone huh?
six letter banging my cl!ck in the building my n—— been running with pole’s huh
ain’t talking about strippers
we popping like titties, my n—-s been litty the whole nine
talking that gangster s— up on the internet tripping you pulling your phone out
b—- you a whole lie, f— is you kidding?
through all the pain i got to smile, ain’t no need for diamonds for me to know my s— be hittin’
like wait, (hold up)
too close to having a heart attack
yellow tape wrapped around that beat done put that b-tch in cardiac
haters mad my future shine so bright like that new cartier
b—- so bad she ain’t no cardi b but got that cardi back (yeah)
rolling up bout to smoke b—- i’m with all of that
(yeah)
pourin’ up, kind of slow from all that mars attack. (ack ack)
b—- i’ve been out my mind
flow too sick i need to medic
f— you think i want to sign for rather remain independent
middle finger to the labels, it’s only the gang we ain’t doing no favors
baby she say i’m unstable
shooting my shot get sutured and stapled (huh)
hook
been on lockdown i won’t go back!
shooting my shot imma throw that
leave you past tense like a throwback
don’t want your b-tch i’m the one that you hold that!
cropped out the picture no kodak
signing for m’s don’t want no racks
told me my future was already molded
i shot for the top my clip not even loaded, ha!
sh-t so hot, fire burning in the booth we got it cooking
me and slap up in this b—- been making hits just like these cookies i’ve been smoking on
only vets can’t ride around no rookies
b-tch that provolone, all i’m on
all you on is p-ssy

(ey, b-tch that provolone, all i’m on, all you on is p-ssy)

hook
been on lockdown i won’t go back!
shooting my shot imma throw that
leave you past tense like a throwback
don’t want your b-tch i’m the one that you hold that!
cropped out the picture no kodak
signing for m’s don’t want no racks
told me my future was already molded
i shot for the top my clip not even loaded, ha!
sh-t so hot, fire burning in this b-tch we got it cooking
me and slap up in this b—- been making hits just like these cookies i’ve been smoking on
only vets can’t ride around no rookies
b-tch that provolone, all i’m on
all you on is p-ssy

- unknown i

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