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fat trel - shoot lyrics

[hook]
who dat n-gg-, get that n-gg-, man kill that n-gg-
shoot that n-gg-, shoot that n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-
who dat n-gg-, get that n-gg-, man kill that n-gg-
man shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-
who dat n-gg-, get that n-gg-, man kill that n-gg-
man shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-
who dat n-gg-, get that n-gg-, man kill that n-gg-
man shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-, shoot young n-gg-

[verse 1: fat trel]
who dat n-gg-, you dat n-gg-, i’m finna drill this n-gg-
man kill this n-gg-, spill this n-gg-, i don’t feel this n-gg-,
man shoot this n-gg-, ima ruthless n-gg- you a useless n-gg- i shoot reboot this n-gg-
where the loot young n-gg-, tell the truth young n-gg-
ima oc n-gg-, ima od n-gg-, ima low key n-gg- you don’t know me n-gg-
make yo’ b-tch come show me then blow me n-gg-, no og n-gg-
ima young rich n-gg- you a young b-tch n-gg- you a snitch better run
young n-gg-, see the clip young n-gg-, that’s a drum young n-gg-
i’m the one young n-gg-, from the slum young n-gg-, i get it done
no fund young n-gg-, where you from my n-gg-, get a gun young n-gg-
i don’t like this n-gg-, i wanna fight this n-gg-, i light this n-gg-
ignite this n-gg-, had a sawed off with a .44 bolted on come fight this n-gg-

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[verse 2: trouble dte]
i’m a simple man but i got a pair of million type of mind state
i get a feeling when a n-gg- come around me that i don’t know
i punch ya like a blind date, i’m staying still, i was stiff from
the beginning anyway you got to give me that, he playing tuff
all suspicious and sh-t, already said the wrong thang
we gotta go ahead and get rid of the b-tch
b-tch needs to take these and go get ’em ghost
his truck got his keys just sittin’ in the rogue
we about to split these and go and make a toast
honest we frontin’ with this n-gg- money
who are these n-gg-s lookin’ all billed up
they jelly huh, straight your face up when you around
a bunch of killa’s n-gg- ain’t ya momma taught you nothin’?
(stupid -ss n-gg- hard head -ss, i grown up with concrete in my front lawn,
you grew up wit’ bread, silver spoon -ss n-gg-, p-ssy boy, house n-gg-)

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