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go yayo - jesus shuttlesworth (ray allen flow 2) lyrics

leggo
run in yo spot for that dough wit a rocket
f+ck out my face ion wanna talk
n+gga play wit 4e b+tch you know its white chalk
run wit yo pack marshal faulk
rap n+ggas broke b+tch i grind tony hawk
f+ck a diss song b+tch we lay low and stalk
that b+tch ain’t f+ckin kick her out make her walk
big bro got guap now
yayo on top now
ridin down berry in a lamb wit the top down
30 thousand dollars worth if jewelry round my neck
n+gga reach and the last thing he heard was a choppa sound
(wo,wo,wo)
then a cop sound
?? breakin news another body young n+gga shot down
cut throat grimey ain’t showin no pity
before they take me i murda the city
b+tch im that kid call me billy
this rap sh+t dont work imma trap me a milli
choppa start screamin meek milly try me must be silly
shoot up yah car make that b+tch pop a wheelie
100 round cartlidge my choppa b+tch shoot for awhile
.223 wit the beam and the scope on the top
and i swear that b+tch shoot for a mile
shots from the 50 cap ???
hollow tips spin a n+gga head round like he a owl
all of my young n+gga creatures will eat yah
we animals hungry and we on the prowl
all these diamonds got these b+tches like wow
finally made it now they lookin like how
still trappin i could serve you right now
good dope from the lean to the loud
get booked in yah state n+gga play imma clear the crowd
i can get yah hit i just gotta make a dial
come get on yah life from yah chain to yah smile
friendly n+gga guess he thought we was pals
went back on his partna ???
scando 4e b+tch miss me wit that friendly sh+t
cut off my partna i felt he was envious
go broke today ain’t nonody gon give me sh+t
go back to jail ain’t n0body gon send me sh+t
i keep a k like who lookin for me
hoodfame double g you know its 4e
i remember back when we was 4 deep
big homie turnt a rat and now im og
these p+ssy rappers cap im king of the street
pockets super fat them b+tches obese
i gotta clap him cause he thinks that sh+ts sweet
b+tch im in the field i need me a pair of cleats
shot up his spot back to back thats a repeat
glock .23 i give him a 3 peat
50 thousand and i made it in 3 weeks
diamonds drip on me like i start a leak
full of perk he thought he cheat
full of hi+tech geek geek n+gga play imma leak
og gas musty it reak
runnin chickens in and out the house but that egg come with beef
hoodfame youngin on fire godd+mn
every n+gga play wit gang gang got blamed
this a brick house n+gga we dont got grams
we dont know yah face n+gga we ain’t got nam
still duckin feds i feel blessed
got to much finesse
a n+gga try check me get downed
big glock no beretta go to war wit whoever n+gga know the gang we got 50 rounds b+tch

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