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shootergang kony - broke bitch dreams lyrics

[intro]
one time, one time, one time
i like it
ayy
little -ss b-tch
to a b-tch too bogus, b-tch too bogus
on my mama, she know me
we p-ssing
ayy, ayy

[verse 1:]
ayy, b-tch, my dough come first
ain’t i the worst? you can get it in the church
had to shoot a n-gg- to continue spitting verse
they like, “kony, don’t shoot,” i got thirty round burst
ugh, i bob and weave and
whip got a tuck just to throw my yeek in (b-tch)
i’m with geekin, that give me a reason
if a n-gg- actin’ cutthroat, it’s gon’ start bleedin’
red mob, we the f-ckin’ mob, oh my f-ckin’ god
another n-gg- step on these kicks, he gettin’ f-ckin’ robbed
pimp hoes, what a job, i should have a blog
n-gg-s thinkin’ all i do is rap ’til i show the rod
ice walk all on my neck
ain’t got a patek unless i steal one from nef
i shoot at the ref
’cause any n-gg- knows best
when we stumble in this b-tch, you better all break your necks
on the set, n-gg-

[chorus]
ho, you better come correct, n-gg-
’cause i ain’t into writing checks, these is fees i collect, n-gg-
got her running out of breath, n-gg-
new kony costs ten, nothing more, nothing less, n-gg-
i get cream, i get cheese
what i don’t need is a broke b-tch dreams
i get cream, i get cheese
what i don’t need is a broke b-tch dreams

[verse 2]
we got all slugs when we walk up in the club
suckers hatin’ but they still showin’ love, okay?
i ride around with our tint on blood
way you throw that -ss on me, i have stunna throw you dub, okay?
i get dough twenty-seven ways
you can put it on god, still have you on the blade (b-tch)
no, i’m not a pimp, i just run plays
why the f-ck would we fight?
blood, the county is the only place i run fades
gun blaze, hit him out of bounds if he run faith
kony always geeking when the g stands for one gang
upgrade, have the hooker jumping hurdles
if her baby daddy tweaking, i’ma throw him ninja turtles
my feng shui get me far, you’ll see one day
never been a snitch, i can guarantee my son ain’t
i ain’t never fold, i can guarantee my gun ain’t
you was going to school, i was chilling where the sun ain’t, ayy

- shootergang kony lyrics

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