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1100 himself - shaquille o'neal lyrics

yup yup
yup yup
yup yup

[1100 himself]
i caught him on the rebound, like shaquille o’neal (yeah)
my n+ggas think it’s mlb, because they slidin’ steel (yah)
and i just came back to see your block, i’m tryna find my shield (find my shield)
and i crack a n+gga place, you better find some shield (b+tch!)
my b+tch see me droppin’ drinks, she said, find your chill (find yo chill)
and i just f+cked her house up, tryna find my pills (f+ck
me and cuz hit a l!ck, keep your eyelids peeled (need somethinggg)
and i done jacked so many n+ggas, n+gga, i love [?] (i need something!)

you think i play for buffalo, how i keep my bills (yap)
you let them n+ggas hit your head, you should’ve kept your still stupid
this b+tch a real dope fiend, she tryna steal my pills this gb+tch fiending
cuz steady droppin’ drink, but his hands ain’t still
how you say you got crates, but you ain’t seen one seal[?] (you ain’t seen one yeaah)
i’m tryna f+ck this one b+tch, her bbl ain’t healed
start throwin’ b+lls like ludacris, it’s nelly hidin’ here
you got iron, he got iron, you better face your fears
dumbass n+gga (dumbass, yeah)

ay, i’m sayin’ how you sip drink, but won’t taste no beer (you won’t taste no beer)
and i can sip the fake sh+t like your face is clear (i been seen that sh+t)
you tryna use proactiv, but your face ain’t clear
f+ck around, pull out my clippers, might taper your beard
your main b+tch still call my phone, i ain’t text her in years sh+t
sh+t (sh+t)
she trippin’ cuz i don’t call no more i don’t call no more
even at a red light or stop sign, we all gon’ go (beep b33p beep)
all our careers like (yeahhhh)
i said our careers is all like our guns, cuz we all gon’ blow
i swear i heard them bars somewhere, where you get that from?
this b+tch start playin’ zeb, n+gga, he tryna hit that hoe (he tryna hit that hoe)
but i see some bags in the whip, he finna bip that low
the b+tch says you fiendin for the coochie, you tryna rip her clothes (sssshh)
d+mn 11, tell me why this b+tch stole my doobie stuff (this b+tch stole my dooby!)
i bet they in her purse right now, she’s a doobie hoe (this a dooby hoe)
i’m lost how this b+tch gave me brain, but she’s a stupid hoe
and if you can’t win with the b+tch, you need to lose the hoe

- 1100 himself lyrics

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