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woowoo da shoota - just bars (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 (lil ezra)]
everywhere there’s k!llings
n-ggas got no feelings
guns get to bussin’
sh-lls get to spilling
everybody drilling
like the world’s ending
but them lives ending
world keep spinning
devil he grinning
cause we keep sinning
charges still pending
gotta go to court
no i can’t abort
oh you off the porch?
oh you got the torch?
should have stuck to sports
now your life’s short
why you knock on wood
if you ever make it
better take your hood
remember where you stood
didn’t know you could
now you know you should
now you know you would
spit a couple bars
run a couple cars
high above mars
need a shooting star
not a superstar
but i can’t sleep
go out in the heat
roll a fat teek
and then see reek
go in the stu
throw on a beat
know i k!ll sh-t every time that i speak
if it’s out my reach
n-gga ima leak
cause i got a seat
gotta rock the crowd
make my momma proud
smoking endless loud
and it smell foul
yeah that pack hum
sticky like gum
yeah i feel dumb
higher than the sun
came up from nun
now i got sum
cup full of henny
cup full of rum
favorite finger pointer finger
and my thumb
had to represent
where i’m f-cking from

[verse 2 (woowoo da shoota)]
b-tch i be l.v. till i d.i.e
run up on me
i swear to god you’ll see
that i keep a thirty
like i’m stephen curry
play with me, ima do you n-ggas dirty
slide through mccurdy
i see no one out there
in a house on twitter
trynna get some clout
talk that tough sh-t
bring them hammers out
mention lv?
you better watch your mouth
we spinning blocks all night
n-gga we can fight
don’t try no sneaky sh-t
you know i got my pipe
and i let blow
you know how it go
call up bro rio
he gon’ kick in door
put you on the floor
ask you where the dough
you better give it up
got them glizzy’s tucked
never gave a f-ck
i’ve always kept it real
call up lil neal
we bout to pull a drill
i’m really in the field
i’ve been trained to k!ll
i could never lack
my brothers watch my back
leaning off the act
yeah i’m feeling good
rob me? ha wish a n-gga would
cause i’m strapped up
you’ll get clapped up
call up bro he’ll blow your back up
send some shots
police call for backup
call up bro cain
he’ll go insane
yeah he got a beam
aim it at your brain
shout out bro glizzy
threw me my first strap
grandma found it
i an’t never get it back
but it’s ok
i got another one
we don’t tot for fun
better get you one
sh-t is getting real
we don’t f-ck with lames
best stay in your lane
you’ll end up a stain
if you think i’m playing
choppers get to spraying
i’m just a real street n-gga
trynna make it out
so i gotta hustle
get it out the muscle
claim you in the streets
never been through the struggle
if you an opp
ima pop you like a bubble
now you leakin’ blood
laying in a puddle
‘seeya’ while you alive
best walk through that tunnel
i just finished you
now it’s time to use a shovel
i remember nights in my cell
juvenile i can’t get no bail
some n-ggas though that i was gon tell
i will never tell
i only prevail
snitches get st-tches
that’s just how it go
n-ggas is b-tches
want beef over hoes
i know real n-ggas that stick to the code
if they get jammed
i know they won’t fold
when i run up this check
ima turn my t–th gold
late nights still cold
be we didn’t stay home
we played in the field
where n-ggas get drilled
where you walk to the store
and you might just get k!lled
cause your -ss was lackin’
on the way to the store
send some more shots
now you dead on the floor
i got a few guns but i really want more
sh-t is getting too hot
man i gotta lay low

- woowoo da shoota

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