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mgm lett - shoot كلمات أغنية

[intro: sl]
huh (al geno on the track)
when you hate me, say, “don’t do that,” tell you what and not to do (huh)
i know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon’ prove? (huh)
oh_oh (huh, huh, huh, huh)

[chorus: sl]
don’t get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain’t puttin’ on no flute
got attachment on the stick but we don’t use it when we shoot (you know, oh)
i ain’t tryna show my face, i came up poppin’ out the blue (blue)
i put tags up on the bags, i’m wrappin’ plastic, sh_t ain’t new (oh_oh)
look like h_ll up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon’ shoot (ayy)
i know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon’ prove? (prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
i take sl_ts to ‘bnbs and let them f_ck all on the crew (ayy, ayy)
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh_t was smooth

[verse 1: sl]
we been choppin’ sh_t for tank (ayy, go), know i love spinnin’ sh_t with woo (oh, oh)
spark from the draco hit my face ’cause i ain’t extend when i blew (oh_oh)
p_ssed on a ho (yeah, yeah), i thought i busted in her in the face, i blame them screws
say, where the real streets? (huh) how the f_ck that real be? (oh_oh, uh, huh)
pull up with lil’ 9, so we get closer, he know how we creep (creep)
that pistol close to me, that’s how i sleep (go, that’s how i sleep)
i hope them n_ggas know that cap sh_t ain’t gon’ last long (mm, mm, won’t last long)
still wake up early (oh_oh), hit the chop’ until them bags gone (them bags gone)
[verse 2: mgm lett]
put my mind up on this mic, i ain’t gotta hide sh_t (gotta hide sh_t)
don’t be iffy, pick the ticket, boy, my trap like prizepicks (swear my trap just like prizepicks)
i ain’t gotta wait on you to shop (shop), got n_ggas pull up, buyin’ quick (pull up, buyin’ quick)
them new chanel’s that i just copped, it’s for my b_tch, a size six (oh,_oh, a size six)
the streets so watered down, i wake up and just pray and hope it changed (i just pray and hope it changed)
if you waited and not lazy, might can join the motion game (might can join the motion game)
i pop my sh_t for all them times i had one pair of school pants (one pair of school pants)
in the club standin’ still, my chain bust out a cool dance (oh_oh, my chain bust out a cool dance)
catch an opp up up in traffic, he get hit through all doors (uh, get hit through all doors)
man, that lil’ ho know what’s happenin’ (oh, oh, oh), had that b_tch on all fours (had that b_tch on all fours)
i spent a ticket on my ears, you heard a n_gga said what? (a n_gga said what?)
quarterback, let him corner sh_t, like down, say hut (oh_oh, don’t say hut)
i pass up n_ggas like shedeur (true), i can never be a runner (no)
just tryna stay up out of jail (oh) ’cause n_ggas swell like travis hunter (oh_oh, for sure)
all my life i had to pop it (pop it), ’cause that broke sh_t, it ain’t cute (cute)
i’m in the smurf with that boy sl, all them n_ggas know is shoot (no)

[chorus: sl]
don’t get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain’t puttin’ on no flute
got attachment on the stick but we don’t use it when we shoot (no)
i ain’t tryna show my face, i came up poppin’ out the blue (blue, oh, oh, oh)
i put tags up on the bags, i’m wrappin’ plastic, sh_t ain’t new (oh, oh)
look like h_ll up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon’ shoot (ayy)
i know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon’ prove? (prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
i take sl_ts to ‘bnbs and let them f_ck all on the crew (ayy, ayy)
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh_t was smooth
[outro: sl]
huh, huh, huh
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh_t was smooth
huh, yeah
i know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon’ prove?

- mgm lett

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