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justin thee stallion - shots fired كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
brrt, brrt, baow (buddah bless this beat)

[verse 1]
imagine n_ggas lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real b_tch (huh?)
just to save face for rapper n_ggas you chill with
imagine me givin’ a f_ck it was your f_ckin’ birthday (f_ck you)
you in your feelings, i just thought it was another thursday
now imagine me c_ckblockin’ n_ggas on some dry sh_t (what?)
i don’t want you on the bench, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (you wouldn’t’ve been invited)
and if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (should’ve let them lock your ass up)
you offered m’s not to talk, i guess that made my friend excited, hmm
now y’all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a p_ss in boots
you shot a 5’10” b_tch with a .22
talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullеts wasn’t pellets
a p_ssy n_gga with a p_ssy gun in his feelings
okay, he in thе backseat and he keep callin’ me a b_tch (he a b_tch)
we all know the sh_t i could’ve came back with (lil’_ass n_gga)
he talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh_t
i told him, “you’re not poppin’, you just on the remix” (what’s poppin’?)
now here we are, 2020, eight months later
and we still ain’t got no f_ckin’ justice for breonna taylor (breonna taylor)
any n_gga on that n_gga’s side is a clout chaser (f_ck y’all)
a b_tch who he f_ckin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh

[interlude]
imagine me, hahaha
imagine me entertaining you f_ckin’ goofy_ass n_ggas and you f_ckin’ goofy_ass b_tches
brrt, brrt, blaow (buddah bless this beat)
[verse 2]
who you takin’ shots at, goofy_ass n_gga?
keep your broke ass out a rich b_tch business
and that go for you b_tches too that’s tryna get picked
talkin’ sh_t, i’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you sl!ck
ooh sh_t, it’s a lotta weak n_ggas in this b_tch
they confused
they hate me, but watch my videos beatin’ they d_ck
who a snitch? i ain’t never went to the police with no names
i thought a b_tch that got her chain sn_tched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
i be speakin’ facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
they want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
i was chose, i ain’t ask to be this motherf_ckin’ cold
still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this rolls
keep it pimpin’ always, actions do the talkin’
i know you want the clout, so i ain’t sayin’ y’all names
oh, you out here ballin’, huh? who you get that money from?
ten toes down for whoever get the patek, huh?
i be so content ’cause i know i’m a real b_tch
and anything i say, i’m never scared to repeat it
you’d think i was a k!ller how these n_ggas scared as sh_t
i pull up one deep, but n_ggas bring they whole clique, ayy
who you takin’ shots at, goofy_ass b_tch?
watchin’ me succeed from your knees, suckin’ d_ck
i know you want attention from the n_ggas that i get
i’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
real b_tch, yeah, yeah, i ain’t sellin’ fairytales
facetime my n_gga while my other n_gga layin’ there
b_tch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell
b_tch, i got a bond with my n_ggas and they all aware, yeah
who you takin’ shots at? shut up with your scary ass
no profile pic, b_tch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
kick me while i’m down bad, i remember all that
next n_gga send a shot, i’ma sent it right back (ah)
[outro]
brrt, brrt
brrt, haha
ah
should’ve let them lock your ass up
p_ssy

- justin thee stallion

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