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shootergang kony - on da flo كلمات أغنية

ayy, maybe you should leave her home
i told my b_tch i need a minute with that heater on
maybe i’ve been thinkin’ wrong
tryna see what we’ve been on
suckers tryna make right i’m tryna keep it
still ridin’ around with granny how the f_ck are you even beefin
lil n_gga, bet you won’t make it home n_gga
so much paper in this booth you think we makin songs, n_gga ay
put a laser on a .40 now i’m activated
you don’t wanna beef with kony cause he barely made it
i’ve been stranded in field throwin’ double aces
from court cases to e40 tour stages
runnin from the funk i should’ve never threw you cleats
run up like you gang bangin’ leave you in the streets, ah
everything, another body be the sea
on this table there’s a ladder get to playing to your seat
where the beef no religion but this .40 my beliefs on beez
i was ready to do life on geek
caught me sleeping wit a, pause said i like my peace
i don’t like no other rappers they just hype on beef
my producer f_ck wit suckers i won’t like no beats on me
f_ck the cops won’t freeze
f12 on thead
what’s hard, now a n_gga on thead
she bought the bottle, said the chase on me
i told her chase my dreams
why you tryna throw the neck if you not goin home
thousand dollar roll seen this sh_t on da flo
tryna gang bang but he ain’t off the porsche
show no remorse to a n_gga that ain’t force
i’m ralph lauren i throw shots off this horse
tryna shake kawhi i got locked up of course
remember back when we was stuck in the county ay
you couldn’t even try hang with the loudest gang
with the cleaning crew i told i was dawny man
gang, .40 on my waist been browsing man
i seen a phony on your waist then i’m growling ay
you try to reach for that b_tch and you drowning ay
i had 30,000 still in public housing
put his homie on his facebook @ why he frowning man
n_ggas rap bout sticks they ain’t got no sticks n_gga
don’t got no bricks n_gga
ain’t hit no l!ck ain’t did no skit
check your background, baby what’s your body count
i’ve been rockin’ out, you was clockin’ out, b_tch ass n_gga
catch you at your day job jump on the counter
and slap the sh_t out you n_gga
this shootergang sh_t serious n_gga
i mean berious n_gga
i mean serious n_gga
run around with h_lla poles, where he like to go
i put yo homie in the whip since he like to smoke
i hope every sucker fall playing dominoes
tryna pop a bottle we gon spray him till his bottom gone
we living maney everyday wishin’ diamond home
we took his rollie to figure out what time he on
we got them bodies so the feds tap my momma phone
b_tches think i’m kidding gotta leave before my momma home
streets took my dog i can’t grief i just rock alone
put a target on his back like he rock vlone
you spent your last on your piece cause them diamonds gone
you gotta snap me out of murder my mind be gone
lil kony on investigation don’t call my phone
we at the crib and if the b_tch on lines she gone
i need my chicken we don’t need no fries we bone
play for new orleans when the sh_t kickoff he dome

- shootergang kony

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