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perfect timing media group - where them shooters at lyrics

[intro: ot7 quanny]
(ayo, saint)
and i grew up with k!llers, i don’t want no b+tch+ass n+ggas ’round me (no, no)
i stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (n+gga)
mm, mm, mm, mm (huh)

[chorus: ot7 quanny]
n+gga, i grew up with k!llers, i don’t want no b+tch+ass n+ggas ’round me (no)
i stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
n+ggas pushed your brother, you ain’t got no skits, these n+ggas cap
she feel safer over here, she know that’s where them shooters at

[verse: sleazyworld go & ot7 quanny]
catch me, ot in philly, ridin’ ’round with seven f+ckin’ straps (n+gga)
he was tough ’til he got caught and the glock made his ass relax (come on)
put a hat on all my opps ’cause all them n+ggas do is cap, for real (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
he try to run, but the switch too quick and his back got filled (grrt)
f+ck his 50k and my son got that in his lunchbox (my son got that in his lunchbox)
n+gga, i get paid good like i shoot jump shots (like i shoot jump shots)
way the chop’ time n+ggas out, you’d think it punch clocks (it punch clocks)
hit your block like the garbage man, come through and dump shots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
young rich n+gga, i’m in louie shoppin’ for no— (young rich n+gga)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (uh, uh, uh)
young rich n+gga, i’m in louie shoppin’ for no reason (shoppin’ for no reason)
yeah, that p+ssy good, but if that money call, you know i’m leavin’ (you know i’m leavin’)
man, somebody need to put us to a stop, because the opps not (yeah)
hit his gut, turned his t+shirt to a crop top (yeah, n+gga)
and that b+tch know that i’m a dog, but she gon’ deal with it (but she gon’ deal with it)
sosa got juice now like i k!ll b+tches (like i k!ll b+tches)
and i bench itchin’ a shooter, n+gga, you ain’t gotta tell me blow (no, b+tch)
they jump shots weak as sh+t, them boys barely score (yes, them boys barley score)
n+gga, shoot your gun (shoot it)
fifty shots stuffed under the glock, look like a b+tch bum (yeah, yeah)
told quanny i might retire, ain’t no fun no more (uh+uh)
slap the b+tton on this b+tch, it ain’t a regular gun no more (uh+uh)
n+gga, i don’t need rap for real, yeah, i’m just money talkin’ (yeah, i’m just money talkin’)
i’m the type cancel my session ’cause it’s money— (uh)
n+gga, i don’t need rap for real, yeah, i’m just money talkin’ (uh+huh)
i’m the type cancel my session ’cause it’s money callin’ (’cause it’s money callin’)
i ain’t need to sign no deal, i’m already super turnt (i’m already super turnt)
fifty thousand in my closet just on louie shirts (just on louie shirts)
pull up in that f+ckin’ h+llcat like i’m bruce wayne (like i’m bruce wayne)
true religion jean jacket like i’m— (uh, uh)
pull up in that f+ckin’ h+llcat like i’m bruce wayne (uh)
true religion jean jacket on, i look like 2chainz (uh)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (uh)
pull up in that f+ckin’ h+llcat like i’m bruce wayne (uh)
true religion jean jacket on, i look like 2chainz (skrrt, skrrt)
mm, mm, mm, mm (mm, mm)
[chorus: ot7 quanny]
n+gga, i grew up with k!llers, i don’t want no b+tch+ass n+ggas ’round me
i stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (pick up forty thousand)
n+ggas pushed your brother, you ain’t got no skits, these n+ggas cap
she feel safer over here, she know that’s where them shooters at

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