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shootergang kony - shoot front the reverend كلمات الأغنية

[intro: shootergang kony]
arkitects
hah, ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus: shootergang kony]
tell your b-tch all i need is the blue strips
she wanna fade when she see me with my new b-tch
i got a glock, sink ships, not loose lips
shooters in the club, throw a punch, get your booth hit, i’ll do it
got three guns, wonder which one i’m using
blood left stains on my kicks, got me boolin’
ridin’ with that bag on me, money i’m pursuing
tell me how i’m linkin’ with a stick, patrick ewing (33)

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
fourteen bad hoes all up in my section
i ain’t even old enough, i still got chopper in possession
.40 got a body on it, i’m just tryna show progression
if they catch me at church, i’m gon’ shoot front the reverend, n-gg-
if you ridin’ with a snitch, then you tellin’, n-gg-
kony, he look rich, but he will k!ll you for margielas, n-gg-
murder what i wrote, signed in blood ‘fore i mail it, n-gg-
i smell b-tch on the beat, i can smell you, n-gg-
ayy ho, please stop, p, i need her out the way
met her with my main, told her meet me in the bay
fifteen shots, pop ridin’ with a k
sit outside his mama house, we gon’ leave him where he lay, n-gg-
sixteen, b-tch, swallow perc’ to the face
see this .40 on my waist for a n-gg- wanna hate
send her on a date, she keep calling me her bae
i just tell her how it is, guess she never had an ape, n-gg-

[verse 2: sada baby]
huh, i was sippin’ henn’, i was servin’ ‘caine (no cap)
no cap, my favorite fiend was drinking slurricane
i bet kony learned the streets before he learned his name
i’m like kobe with the heat, i’m shooting over ace
n-gg- shot at omb with his eyes closed (b-tch)
i would’ve shot that p-ssy n-gg- with a blindfold
i would’ve jumped in front of ken with my nine on
and thank him for the chance for me to get my slide on
n-gg-, it ain’t no questioning my g
b eighth, eastside, i’m the best in the d
when it come to checkin’ n-gg-s, puttin’ b-tches on they feet
n-gg- talkin’ ’bout he woke, bet the drac’ leave him sleep, huh
white boy don’t disrespect the black man
tell a lil’ b-tch i smack her with my backhand
give ’em newspapers, traphouse the crack stand
b-tch, this ain’t no crab oil when i say the bag in
i used to transport the bows in my pants leg
baby baby used to suck the d-ck in front her best friend
i will shoot the chopstick in front the reverend
if a p-ssy n-gg- say he tryna block my blessing

[outro: shootergang kony]
fourteen bad hoes all up in my section
(i still, i still got chopper in my hands)
.40 got a body on it, i’m just tryna show progression
if they catch me at church, i’m gon’ shoot front the reverend, n-gg-

- shootergang kony

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