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shotoff - twin towers كلمات أغنية

[intro: ytb fatt]
ain’t no love in this sh_t
shotoff
you know we poppin’ this sh_t
yeah, it’s the fly way
uh
yeah, yeah
yeah
this sh_t raw, n_gga

[chorus: ytb fatt]
yeah, n_gga, ain’t got no love in this sh_t (no love)
f_ckin’ with hannah montana and miley cyrus, you might need a glove for this
i don’t talk with the pimpin’, he say he’ll send his sister, ain’t no love in this sh_t
my young n_gga got scooter in the morning, but he been takin’ n_ggas too class with that switch
i got them n_ggas’ pride so big, he don’t like to walk, he just run on sh_t
[?], he don’t even talk about us f_ckin’ family, he tryna search for a brick
down in texas with the baddest b_tch, mavericks game on some fancy sh_t
my n_ggas femball rollin’, i’m the six, but i got love for that hit

[verse 1: shotoff]
solid, don’t holler, this sh_t for the body (nation)
how much you pay for them bodies? (how much?)
this sh_t on the love, for me, that sh_t free ’cause i’m the one keepin’ it chally
chop me a brick like karate, he start him a line and lil’ bruh be noddin’
stick at the cable, pull up with the carbon
they throw the opps a party (go)
i’m with ytb, they slimin’ sh_t (slatt, slatt)
she tryna put the switch on the 38 (yeah), just tryin’ sh_t (just tryin’ sh_t)
they free pooh shiesty, we in [?] when we slidin’ sh_t
behind tint, .556
we gon’ put that boy in banana backwoods when we fire him
ballings emotion, i might just pimp on a b_tch, she a thief, i can tell when she roll me
pateks and rolex all off the ashon and vegas, she bring it to me when it’s stolen
never be sober, i’m goin’ dolce out the door, just poured up a deuce in a soda (wock’)
clarity water, ooh, these diamonds ferocious, they look like they came out the ocean
hey, we havin’ cars and money for real, these n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with us
pound for pound, i can go thou’ for thou’, plug gotta double me up
hundreds of ‘bows, this sh_t too much just for one load, them foe gotta order me up
me and fatt got two b_tches in the coupe, they ready to up it and blow
[verse 2: ytb fatt]
yeah, me and filsky in the trap, he gettin’ mad at the pot, he couldn’t whip that sh_t up
we beat the f_ck out a junkie, only time we don’t spray ’em if they don’t bring sh_t up (yeah, f_ck ’em)
i don’t really give a f_ck
n_gga, if i see ’em with their kids, i’m still gon’ bust ’em
i just caught my n_gga like b_tch is you doin’? he said, “i’m cookin’ it up”
fresh out in lax, i’m poppin’ this sh_t, houston, texas, b_tches enough with that bl!ck
on the road to riches, no n_gga with me, you run around like i got hit with that stick
whole city know we poppin’ that sh_t, model b_tches wanna suck on my d_ck
with the pimpin’, he just sucked the b_tch out or nothin’, she came back with some sh_t

[interlude: shotoff]
she came back with some sh_t, hey
i threw it back in that b_tch
yeah, yeah
twiz, let’s go

- shotoff

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