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sha mula - intro lyrics

[intro]
double
gang

yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
some of my n-gg-s be walking
and some of my n-gg-s be runnin’ the block every day
most of these n-gg-s be talkin’
they talkin’ ’bout money, they broke, get the f-ck outta my face
came with the shooters, i came with the rugers
i came with the 40’s, i came with the k
came from the bottom, i came to get money
and none of my n-gg-s ain’t come here to play
whoa, f-ck is you sayin’? i feel like a player
i’m jumping right out of the gym
pull up on n-gg-s, i know they be hatin’
so all of these fake n-gg-s gotta pretend
whoa, f-ck what you talkin’? i came with the ball and my shooters be ready to shoot
go to the studio, makin’ a diss and them n-gg-s be dead when they get out of the booth
d-mn, run up in gucci, came with the shooters, i’m makin’ a movie, now
yeah, b-tch i be flyin’, i’m up in the sky, so they waitin’ to shoot me down
she givin’ me head, we up in the bed, told the b-tch gimme the coochie now
takin’ your b-tch, and i play with your b-tch, and i’m all in her mouth like a root c-n-l

- sha mula lyrics

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