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jide-kun - you thot! pt. iii: shoot ya shot lyrics

[hook]
used to hate my voice
now i wanna be a rapper
couldn’t graduate
but know i own my masters
(masters, masters)

[verse 1]
yo siri, what’s on the itinerary?
“linking up with n+ggas…”
make that neveruary
n+gga imma christian
met an atheist with a fat ass
prayed first ‘fore i hit it missionary
am i now a heathen?
reminds me of my girl
how she hollering and screaming
but i ain’t claim her
so know i ain’t cheating
this is the life of a yoruba demon
(finessing and scheming)
and she bringing food i know that you bought
you think i feel bad n+gga? you thot!
couldn’t save a hoe with a cape and a coupon
the flow too clean
but you still got your shoes on
(crazy)

[hook]
used to hate my voice
now i wanna be a rapper
couldn’t graduate
but know i own my masters
(masters, masters)

[verse 2]
i deliver like a pregnant mom that works at papa john’s and my water broke
hurricane wrist, water whip, and the flow is coke
add the baking soda and distribute it like yola
for the green like i’m yoda never force it tho
they want a proportional…
piece of the pie; this a picnic?
never let a hoe tell me sh+t: london tipton
but i got them sweet sixteens n+gga
sh+t… could d+mn near be an r. kelly victim
i heard he like em younger tho
n+gga is you p+ssed off
i would say, “f+ck with the boy”
but you’d get off
i can barely live right
but i’m never dead wrong
look to the sky
for the strength i depend
5’11” trini thing from uconn
you think i’ll get through
n+gga you thought…
cause i had bad intentions messing with her from start
how you shoot your shot with a broken heart
f+ck it…

[hook]
used to hate my voice
now i wanna be a rapper
couldn’t graduate
but know i own my masters
(masters, masters)

- jide kun lyrics

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