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shootergang kony - crying to the room كلمات أغنية

[kony verse 1]
i’m the star you wish upon
not the ones we sittin one
i’m missin all my n____ gone but you gone need a different song
scared of what my n____ on
know he seen the vision wrong
ain’t no way to get along cuz they the ones we gettin on
i would never trust a hoe, might be able to love her tho
i might wanna touch her throat, get it she can touch her toes

[lil bean verse:]
do this for my n____ gone, gotta keep ‘em livin on
one of my main n____ say he drillin till he 54
young n____ worth a quarter cash, they think i’m sellin dope
and i still breeze through my hood, just to give em hopе
woke up in new york on differеnt time, i’m on a different coast
i can’t say i’m rich until i bring my n____ wit me tho
i thought i was gone make it on that court but that ain’t what she wrote
ain’t no throwback picture when you see me this a different loaf
my n____ tell me i don’t post enough, but i don’t really boast
n____ make it seem they really that, but they be really broke

[lil pete chorus:]
flooded out the cuban links
since i got money i start feelin like they usin me
wanna go back, i’m reminiscing how it used to be
i love my n____ ain’t no question they gone shoot for me
i feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
give you my eyes, the bottom line i wanted you to see
loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
i needed push cuz i was sittin on that mood swing
yeah, crying to the room
[kony verse 2:]
we gone paint the room wit this
tell ya momma google it
you ain’t sendin shots, on many blocks i let that ruger spit
you know i’m true to this
that fully switch they think a uzi spit
yeah you got a bag but what you do wit it?
tryna put my n____ on, they be really trippin tho
layin up wit different hoes, lookin for some different smoke
outta state now i ain’t doin sh_t until we get a pole
used to love designer, crazy certain sh_t be gettin old
remember all them days we used to wish for this?
can’t miss wit this, sh_t if i do i’ll probably hit his b_tch
this paper different i told baby go and blow me kiss
won’t see me slippin if i fall you bet not make a diss
i need him hit

- shootergang kony

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