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ebk young joc – shooters كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(f_ck the other sh_t, we got milo on the beat)

[verse]
real n_gga, i can never joce (i can never joce)
just me and lil sleaze, ain’t n0body else to call (just me and lil’ bro)
b_tch, i’m hundred proof, i bet these other n_ggas fraud (i thought you knew)
this ain’t nothin’ little, what i’m clutchin’ on is large (ah_ah)
i just squeeze the trigger, it sound like round of applause (brrt)
hope you don’t think we fightin’, ’cause i’ll blow you in the mall (stupid)
and yeah, i might be small, but i’m the coldest of ’em all (haha)
they congratulate a n_gga, but rеally hopin’ that i fall (what the f_ck?)
this ain’t shaq or curry, but on this court, b_tch, we ball (ayy)
so we took thе top, and n_gga, no, don’t you fall (ayy)
we was on the block duckin’ the cops, f_ck the law (ayy)
roll on me, pole on me, hangin’ out my drawers (know i had it)
that is not my brother if he said he ain’t involved (not at all)
you’s a cat, n_gga, my mama raised nothin’ but dogs
don’t get jacked, n_gga, cuddy tryna come over here and floss (b_tch)
we done cracked n_ggas over they sh_t, even a boss (ah_ah_ah_ah)
don’t get whacked, n_gga, f_ck payin’ a price, even a cost (ah, ah)
stop, hold on, wait (hey, what the f_ck?)
poppa dance, watch me walk him down with this k (ah, ah)
at fleming’s or morton’s, i’m eatin’ shrimp and some steak (i’m eatin’ good)
i was gon’ f_ck lil’ bitty, but brodie told me she stank (hah)
don’t need n0body, me, myself, and i, i hold my weight (i hold my weight)
but what about you n_ggas? let me know (ayy, let me know)
i heard y’all recruit n_ggas, but we don’t (boy, what f_ck?)
don’t f_ck with no new n_ggas, and that’s on bro
and that’s on bro
don’t f_ck with no new n_ggas, and that’s on bro
i heard y’all recruit n_ggas, but we don’t

- ebk young joc

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