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shootergang kony - break it down كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: shootergang vj]
she just walked up in the house, i’m finna’ make her walk up out it (h_ll no)
put her shoes on my carpet, they ain’t even cost a thousand, you wylin’ (b_tch trippin’)
i get bored and get to prowlin’, n_gga paranoid at first, i get to shootin’ and start smilin’ (bow, bow)
wait a minute, n_ggas tryna play the middle, n_ggas g_y (woah)
if he talkin’ bout his beef, this n_gga must’ve ordered steak
we been creepin’ through they streets, and we ain’t finna take no break (huh)
b_tch you know i got my heat, and i ain’t finna take the case
that’s what the b_tch for boy, you’s a b_tch though boy
if i catch you with that n_gga, i might strip ol’ boy (ayy)
yeah this glock compact, with stick though boy
in this whip, then you b_tches suckin’ d_ck, no choice (look)

[chorus: shootergang vj]
break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (by the zip, ayy)
b_tch, i got pounds and pills, i got bricks (i got bricks, ayy)
she kinda thick, i keep thinkin’ i’ma hit (i could bang her)
man, i put that on the clique, i just f_cked a homie b_tch (a homie b_tch, n_gga)
i can’t stand you n_ggas, don’t even trip (don’t even trip)
i ain’t finna put my hands on n_ggas, i get ’em hit, look (i get ’em hit)
she wanna dance for n_ggas, and do the splits (she wanna dance for n_ggas)
better go and get yo b_tch my n_gga, ’cause she on d_ck (she on d_ck)

[verse 2: shootergang kony]
keep a stepper, smokin’ opps until i cancer (smokin’ opps)
chance her? boy the whole hood done slammed her (whole hood done slammed her)
f_ck about a b_tch, i hardly got no manners (no, hoe)
this b_tch was h_lla happy, i came back like black panther
i don’t dance with b_tches, i give ’em d_ck (ayy, ayy)
told her make an onlyfans, i might subscribe beause i’m rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)
with the sh_ts, so i’ma knock my broke b_tch (uh_huh)
just bagged a n_gga, and i might buy this b_tch some hits (huh?)
this instrumental, i’ma rip the glock nine with stick, ol’ boy (bow)
in the trenches, you ain’t never took a trip though boy (huh)
i’m in the whip, two four_fives with d_cks, no boys (ah)
told her she don’t wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (look)
[chorus: shootergang vj]
break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (by the zip, ayy)
b_tch, i got pounds and pills, i got bricks (i got bricks, ayy)
she kinda thick, i keep thinkin’ i’ma hit (i could bang her)
man, i put that on the clique, i just f_cked a homie b_tch (a homie b_tch, n_gga)
i can’t stand you n_ggas, don’t even trip (don’t even trip)
i ain’t finna put my hands on n_ggas, i get ’em hit, look (i get ’em hit)
she wanna dance for n_ggas, and do the splits (she wanna dance for n_ggas)
better go and get yo b_tch my n_gga, ’cause she on d_ck (she on d_ck)

- shootergang kony

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