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shootergang kony - iz u broke!? كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
ayy stumbled of my pip, i told them this the murder mizz
the b_tch you claim to be your real was in the mazzi drinking kids
you ain’t paying off my taxes, why the f_ck you on my bizz
put my b_tch on child support ’cause she ain’t take care of the kids
my baby mama lui she don’t like when i’m with bae and they
armani tryna find out what i’m doing, she got paid today
money don’t be tryna run the cheques so she can’t take her place
lui always argue with a n_gga so i play it safe
i just left the strip club and knocked me up a lugi
her friends don’t f_ck with n_ggas, i just called her hooker gucci
gucci acting boogie, i walked past and touched her booty
she had push right on my whip, she lookin’ scared, she feel the toolie
she whisper in my ear, “somethin’ ’bout just you the thrill of it”
she told me she been in relationships and she gets sick of it
funky going off, they say aramani, i don’t hit the b_tch
tryna feels outside, i keep her waiting, let’s see how sick she get

[chorus]
we with all the smoke, i got some sh_t to blow a block down
b_tch i keep her fanned and keep her sprayer ’cause i’m hot now
any n_gga run up on my whip and he get shot down
prada never used to let me hit, but she a bop now
cold n_gga, i just bought a sweater straight from moscow
barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now
don’t you f_ck with suckas, f_ck around she’ll get a drop now
came a long way from jc penny, i can’t stop now
n_gga is you broke?
[verse 2]
cadence in my coat
givenci he keep looking at me like he want some smoke
she wanna draw my carpet you can’t even drive the boat
celine was supposed to have my kids but i just put them in her throat
chloe i don’t ever give her d_ck ’cause she too devious
she cut my cousin tim’s up, know nothing about obedience
chanelle she do me well but it’s a shame that i just bleeped the b_tch
knocked a valentino she a doctor and a g_nius
back to the discussion, we had left the club ’cause someone got to bussin’
i grab gucci and i bet my n_gga 8pac end up f_cking
cop gets behind me, i pull over, get to tucking
when i look out up to window, i see barry out there clutching
asked him, “what’s the problem officer?”
“lil’ gucci say you stalkin’ her”
he said, “get out the whip, i’m riding hotter than thermometer”
gucci h_lla calm and barry looking like he fond of her
she opened up her mouth and all i heard was, “get him officer”

[chorus]
we with all the smoke, i got some sh_t to blow a block down
b_tch i keep her fanned, and keep her sprayer ’cause i’m hot now
any n_gga run up on my whip and he get shot down
prada never used to let me hit, but she a bop now
cold n_gga, i just bought a sweater straight from moscow
barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now
don’t you f_ck with suckas, f_ck around, she’ll get a drop now
came a long way from jc penny i can’t stop now
n_gga is you broke?

- shootergang kony

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