dj nytty - shot down lyrics
intro+roseinhim/luck
rosinhim+ (ay)
luck+(chea… luck)
verse+luck
we was jus two birds tryna fly like ratchets/
dead a cute couple all we needed was caskets/
use ta keep it jumping like a toddler mattress/
till them bird brain ducks u fucc wit start yapping/
like please don’t like, em he’s no item/
yea i screwed up but nah i ain’t like them/
yea i dipped in it but nah i ain’t like them/
can’t have u on god i won’t wife them/
learn from mistakes, then try to right em/
but u not perfect, this ain’t one sided/
here i go being a ass again
u need a aspirin /
ta deal wit all my shyt/
fake news, real lies, and all my chicks/
i ain’t mean ta hurt u tho, i was jus lit/
give me another bullet promise won’t miss/
cuz dead ass, u my bytch, on sum real shyt/
hook x2
shoota shoota done shot me down/
please tell me what im gon do now/
yea shorty let that thing go pop/
so i’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/
verse+luck
i think about u sometimes at night/
i met the right girl at the wrong time in life/
im on my own now, had ta say twos to a real one/
but late nights with mary and henny make me feel numb/
got a couple joints around but i don’t feel them/
cuz they ain’t put in work like you, when the bills come/
radio on just tryna relax
it got me…/
missin a ex…
like a relapse and i be…/
on my grind
to keep my mind/
off ya shine
and thats no lie/
u on ya glow up
too bad we took separate paths i had ta grow up/
you needed me in the past and i ain’t show up/
but thats all changed like a broken bill/
and i pray that ya heart not broken still/
give me another bullet promise won’t miss/
cuz dead ass, you my bytch, on sum real shyt/
bridge+rosinhim
i don’t wanna be a playa no mo
but d+mn bytch that’s my shyt/
im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick
she gone with jus a fl!ck of the wist
and you won’t be missed (like yea…)/
i don’t wanna be a playa no mo
(im not a playa i jus fucc a a lot)/
im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick
she gone with jus a fl!ck of the wist
and you won’t be missed (like yea)/
verse+ pdot xcabar
no doubt about it she a bad bytch/
and we both gettin money she make me feel like im rich/
she gon ride thru the struggle
yea she ain’t never gone switch/
now i wanna come back home
be like lilo and stitch/
but no matter what we go thru
ima fix it like a puzzle/
even if i gotta hold you
and tell you how much i love you/ (huh)
baby im jus tryna hustle
and pursue my dreams/
i kno shyt ain’t really what it seems
just believe in me please/
hook x2
shoota shoota done shot me down/
please tell me what im gon do now/
yea shorty let that thing go pop/
so i’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/
outro+ roseinhim
i got the bag/
i got the bread in the bag/
i got the broad in da bag/
that in the bag /
got all da bucks n da bag/
hop out the trap on a track/
rap on the track ryte now
little bootie on deck
im fuccin yo joint/
got eleven thirty minutes
till the flight leave the morning
and got danm shorty im drunk/
(laughs) just fuccin with it , alright stop it
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