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shootergang kony - glock 21 كلمات أغنية

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[chorus]
(ay) b_tch, when they see a pimp they like, “ugh”
if you ain’t got no money for me, baby i won’t budge
i ain’t f_ckin’ with the club even though they show me love
i ain’t 21 but my glizzy said i was

in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam
in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam

[verse 1]
i got big bands, big knots
30 when that stick drop
got more money than him but i still take his wristw_tch
she hate it when i be flippin’ out in public, now my b_tch hot
if i don’t get no p_ssy when we home then i’ma kick rocks

b_tch please, i’m like gone, don’t rock vlone, i’ll break yo’ phone
yeah i’m kony, i ain’t kon, your knees all showin’
them is jean shorts, boy, what the f_ck goin’ on?

[verse 2]
i been runnin’ through these bands, gettin’ nike checks
you wear elite socks still, them is not the wet, boy
if you try to k!ll me, better do your best, boy
my shots impress, boy, i’ll beat yo’ chest, boy
come home, wonder why your sheets is wet
i never pass on neck
“your throat weak? wanna bet?”
d_mn, i’m only f_ckin’ you, but i can’t put it on the set

b_tch please, say less unless you slid to the neck
tell your best friend, f_ck it, we get drunk and f_ck
there’s two of y’all, i’m just sayin’, we gon’ f_ck or what?

you got the drop on us? (ooo) you better come and bust
why the f_ck i’m finna leave? we got a k up in the clutch
like what’s poppin’, cuz?
what’s brackin’, blood?
n_ggas want war but they slappin’ us

(ay) we ain’t scared of nothin’, in them gats we trust
all these suckas is my sons, so i should pack they lunch
i’m finna pack and point the .40, shoot whoever runnin’ up
havin’ problems with my shorty, i don’t think we f_ck enough

geekin’ had me sippin’ syrup, i was sleepin’ in my cup
none of we froze up, touch yo’ mama, i’ma bust
said i ain’t give her nothin’ but i do her well
life f_cked up ’cause i spent my youth in jail
come and slip inside the p_ssy if it ain’t no smell
won’t do attempt no hommies, you should have no bail
[chorus]
(ay) b_tch, when they see a pimp they like, “ugh”
if you ain’t got no money for me, baby i won’t budge
i ain’t f_ckin’ with the club even though they show me love
i ain’t 21 but my glizzy said i was

in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam
in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam

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