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megan thee stallion - shots fired [clean version] lyrics

[intro]
brrt, brrt, baow (buddah bless this beat)

[verse 1]
imagine lyin’, lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real, real (huh?)
just to save face for rappin’ rappers you chill with
imagine me givin’ a ++++ it was your ++++++’ birthday
you in your feelings, i just thought it was another thursday
now imagine me block, blockin’ on some dry sh++ (what?)
i don’t want you on the +++++, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (you wouldn’t’ve been invited)
and if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (should’ve let them lock your +++ up)
you offered m’s not to talk, i guess that made my friend excited, hmm
now y’all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a p+ss in boots
you shot a 5’10” b+tch with a .22
talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullеts wasn’t pellets
a p+ssy n+gga with a p+ssy gun in his feelings
okay, he in thе backseat and he keep callin’ me a b+tch (he a b+tch)
we all know the sh+t i could’ve came back with (lil’+ass n+gga)
he talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh+t
i told him, “you’re not poppin’, you just on the remix” (what’s poppin’?)
now here we are, 2020, eight months later
and we still ain’t got no f+ckin’ justice for breonna taylor (breonna taylor)
any n+gga on that n+gga’s side is a clout chaser (f+ck y’all)
a b+tch who he f+ckin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh

[interlude]
imagine me, hahaha
imagine me entertaining you f+ckin’ goofy+ass n+ggas and you f+ckin’ goofy+ass b+tches
brrt, brrt, blaow (buddah bless this beat)
[verse 2]
who you takin’ shots at, goofy+ass n+gga?
keep your broke ass out a rich b+tch business
and that go for you b+tches too that’s tryna get picked
talkin’ sh+t, i’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you sl!ck
ooh sh+t, it’s a lotta weak n+ggas in this b+tch
they confused
they hate me, but watch my videos beatin’ they d+ck
who a snitch? i ain’t never went to the police with no names
i thought a b+tch that got her chain sn+tched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
i be speakin’ facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
they want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
i was chose, i ain’t ask to be this motherf+ckin’ cold
still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this rolls
keep it pimpin’ always, actions do the talkin’
i know you want the clout, so i ain’t sayin’ y’all names
oh, you out here ballin’, huh? who you get that money from?
ten toes down for whoever get the patek, huh?
i be so content ’cause i know i’m a real b+tch
and anything i say, i’m never scared to repeat it
you’d think i was a k!ller how these n+ggas scared as sh+t
i pull up one deep, but n+ggas bring they whole clique, ayy
who you takin’ shots at, goofy+ass b+tch?
watchin’ me succeed from your knees, suckin’ d+ck
i know you want attention from the n+ggas that i get
i’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
real b+tch, yeah, yeah, i ain’t sellin’ fairytales
facetime my n+gga while my other n+gga layin’ there
b+tch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell
b+tch, i got a bond with my n+ggas and they all aware, yeah
who you takin’ shots at? shut up with your scary ass
no profile pic, b+tch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
kick me while i’m down bad, i remember all that
next n+gga send a shot, i’ma sent it right back (ah)
[outro]
brrt, brrt
brrt, haha
ah
should’ve let them lock your ass up
p+ssy

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