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dillagent, keno bango - juwannaman lyrics

[intro]
(french? prelibs)
[chorus]
slide through his hood imma bust his -ss, big clock pop make uh b-tch do the runnin man, stomp on yo block and i shoot like juwannaman, my neck on uh glizzy it look like a llama man
b-tch, slide though his hood imma bust his -ss, big glock pop, make uh b-tch do the runnin man, slide down yo block and i shoot like juwannaman, long neck on uh glizzy it look like a llama man
[verse]
they call me el choppo my shooter named pablo, big 40 (?) knock the meat out his toco
slide down yo block and i creep like a gatto, b-tch you ain’t randy savage, you ain’t macho
i’m a haitian but show love to my vattos, i’m c-cky as sh-t i feel like jhony bravo (say hut!?), imma shoot out the slide door, my life uh movie i’m just lettin you watch hoe
nappy hair shooter he lookin like (?) with uh plug, (?) he got me feelin like (xan-man?)
[bridge]
(i gotta g-y shooter, he’ll leave you with (?), he then called me a f-g man)
that’s not what i said man, maybe i did but don’t act like it’s not true
47 meters deep got the harpoon, ar pistol got the scope imma mark you. -ss-ssins creed, i poison dart you
[chorus]
slide through his hood imma bust his -ss, big clock pop make uh b-tch do the runnin man, stomp on yo block and i shoot like juwannaman, my neck on uh glizzy it look like a llama man
slide though his hood imma bust his -ss, big glock pop, make uh b-tch do the runnin man, stomp on your block and i shoot like juwannaman, long neck on uh glizzy it look like a llama man
[verse 2]
(aye n-gga) choke on the glock and i gave her two shots and she drunk up the clip so she wanted my c-ck, n-ggas smack talk (?) round and uh round and uh round
wait hol up this can be true (no way), she said she did something but it can’t be you
well, n-gga, i ain’t gonna cap to you (no cap), if you think about her it’s bad for you, i don’t give uh f-ck imma make uh n-gga feel bad
finally got the milk, but i ain’t a n-gga real dad, be up in ya house show uh n-gga where the mills at, why the h-ll you always askin where the pills at?
f-ck n-gga dam, back to the hot sh-t, two in the chamber but three in yo socket, when i start bestin they actin like rocket, souvenir bullets put that in yo pocket
wait wait wait, that wasn’t right, that wasn’t right, cut the beat, cut the beat, cut the beat, (muttering) oh yhea!
when i get to bussin be turnin n-ggas into athletes, ichy trigga finger put n-ggas into the track meet, glizzy wit the sticky, b-tch choppa stays in the back street
aye man let that n-gga kendle have his song back fuuuuuck
[chorus]
slide down yo block and i creep like a gatto, b-tch you ain’t randy savage, you ain’t macho
i’m a haitian but show love to my vattos, i’m c-cky as sh-t i feel like jhony bravo (say hut!?), imma shoot out the slide door, my life uh movie i’m just lettin you watch hoe
nappy hair shooter he lookin like (?) with uh plug, (?) he got me feelin like (zan-man?)
[outro]
and if you didn’t get that fist patrick boi, it’s pretty simple, runnin fo patrick, quarterback for the miami pro leagues, mia, make em go mia, ryan fist patrick n-gga, yee

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