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shootergang kony - still kony 2 lyrics
[intro]
(reece, take ’em to church)
[verse]
ayy, when deether died, i was hopin’ he was last
no pistol, play was in motion, they k!lled my boy in a crash
geekin told me relax
i keep a shot for every sucker in sac
i had a story, i ain’t know it was rap
it’s either life or the trap
where the beef? ’cause we ain’t even finish that
cold_hearted, i can get your ceiling cracked
body count, but we ain’t gettin’ into that
can’t even think if it’s cap, and n_ggas know where we at
they wanted smoke? baby, not at all
so much muscle, strike a n_gga with a cotton ball
thе system turn us into slaves, you ain’t cotton soft
drop the ball and call an ambulancе to drop him off
he put his homies down like he ain’t even like his dawg
how you expect to be a leader, never took a fall?
he took the stand on his n_ggas, gotta lead the laws (rat_ass n_gga)
you gotta watch me when i dribble ’cause your feet’ll frost
we make it easy, when it’s beef, we tend to eat it all
i told you you could eat it raw
creep up on a sucker, it was cold, we hit his beanie off
slidin’ through your regencies with semis, know what we be off
ain’t no point in turnin’ up, i spot him, i’ma leave him off
at fifteen, we was totin’ pistols, we ain’t read at all
them crackers catch me in action, i’ma feed the law
ask the lord to give him guidance, you gon’ see it all
they got my bro, we need the lawyer that got leezy off
i failed to be there for my mama when she need me
flood her with all this money, i got her like i’m her genie
baby mama be trippin’, say she gon’ leave me
i need her, the p_ssy fiji, i told her thuggin’ wasn’t easy
i got a home, but it still rain in this b_tch
forty pop up with thirty, you feel pain when it hit
homie hoped he’d find a thing when he bipped
these n_ggas out here be virgins, my nina been had the d_ck
tote the fully, never aimin’, circle ain’t rearrangin’
people thought they could change him, i don’t f_ck with the fakin’
never thought i’d be famous, for geekin, i keep it dangerous
your opinion the lamest, no talkin’ and not a statement
on my mama, they gon’ let you fall, i seen their text and all
they type behind my back but they don’t let a weapon off
it’s crazy how the dice be rollin’ when the bettin’ off
i got an eight to hit, don’t stop me, i’ma bet it soft
“kony into this and that,” i gotta quote that
ups, at your doormat, you don’t use it, i blow that
brodie sell a pistol that’s dirty, my n_ggas want that
i’ma die the realest, n_ggas know, and that’s on fab
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