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letra de shell - young dro

(feat. tip & macboney)

[verse 1: t.i.p]
hey pimp squad pimp hard we gettin ours of top
hit broad -ss n-gg-z in dey jaws of top
pisol whip em then bust em in da leg wit da glock
leave em f-ckin sh-ll shocked
dont get cha f-ckin head chopped
4 tryin 2 hustle a broad but n-gg- ours dont stop
wheather we hustle broads or gettin our of blocks
used 2 see us on da block
hangin in da spot chillin fire hot
but we out till diss yeall start sellin
time 2 re-up and im waitin on dude but not devin
kno da feds wonder who no clue im not tellin
we vintage hustlers
throwback gangstas from “87”
extremly rare i swear im like number 9 out of 11
now you see us flashin toolz on “22” hot wheelin
back 2 back 2 back in black and blue and white 7’s
came along way from the trap wit dem hard white 7’s
its a blessin that you peasants was graced wit our presents

[hook:]
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll
you dont want no part of da squad
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll
send somethin at you hit cha hard in ya heart
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll
i promise n-gg- you dont want it wit us
you dumb as h-ll and -ss out tryin 2 call our bluff [x2]

[verse 2: young dro]
yall caught us on brawus
change da paint on da chevy june, july, and august
try one of my dogs get 2 of ya dogs slaughtered
12 chasin us on da trap but they aint caught us
dimes jockin who saw us a watch da ammo
slugs in da belt strapped on my chest boy im ramdro
soldier give me my warriors gucci my leather
fresh air force ones my guns dats betta
whateva mafia learnin
feds found out i was bilengual
when dey heard me speakin in german
twistin and turnin
drug dealer clickin and bustin
im section 8 project livin but im dealin wit russians
i swear bodies i’ll drop slow
my mexican colt quepaso
doublle glock
30 round clips i’ll knock em out folk
reload swiftly
approxamatly 120 slugs come plenty
wont stop until my whole clip empty cause im

[hook:]
sh-ll
you dont want no part of da squad
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll
send somethin at you hit cha hard in ya heart
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll
i promise n-gg- you dont want it wit us
you dumb as h-ll and -ss out tryin 2 call our bluff
man dem n-gg-z sh-ll

[verse 3: macboney]
im da first sarg. in a blackout
i pull da black mack out
i blow ya back out
shoot you up higher then stackhouse
my nine clear house
hide in da corner n-gg- play mouse
i brang da k out
we serve up beef like a steak house
the devils play house
you talkin sh-t but you dont weigh out
lets see what dey bout
but sh-t you kno how dats gone play out
we paid and dey not
so we dont care sh-t we gone spray shots
you might leave 2nite but we gone catch you in yo day spot
we glorify hot
ridin big in dem fat knots
this where da game stops
we cl-ssic soldiers just like reebok
ridin hightops i be so high i see da rooftops
pistol stay c-cked cause n-gg-z thrivin up on my block
shut da f-ck up
back tha f-ck up
b-tch you’ll get touched
my clique 2 much
we gone go out rich and famous
so you can blame us
you already pointin fingers
these n-gg-z sangers
we cl-ssified as entertainers

- young dro

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