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shootergang kony - charlie 2 (remix) lyrics

[intro: shootergang kony]
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
if it’s funk, come and see about it, nerds better be about it
shoot the crowd, check the news, probably read about it
when a sucker die, they gon’ ask me to squeeze about it
here’s a tip, n-gg-, never ever leave without it
ice on me flooded and my peso pr-nto
your daddy is a baller so you start like lonzo
glock ten milly got a nose like gonzo
i don’t ever wanna hear another line ’bout rondo
but this nina on me like i’m rajon, it’s a great bond
probably flipped a couple of y’all homies, ask savon
n-gg- even twitch, he get flamed, n-gg-, napalm
so you tryna tell me you ain’t get tipped by trayvon?
b-tch, i keep a yeeky and my mom know it
told her i’m the n-gg- in these streets, i might die for it
what’s the point in snitching if you still do the time for it
we ain’t have sh-t, but this glock on me cried for us

[verse 2: daboii]
and them suckers took my brother, i ain’t goin’ for that
boy, stop talking like you want us, b-tch, you know where we at
brody bro in the cuts, he just roll in the back
we love to pop out at night, guess i’ll roll some backs
b-tch, this is not that and not this either
and when you book that stu’ sesh, better not diss either
i’m giving n-gg-s cold shoulders with this big heater
bad b-tch, she gon’ she choose off my dim meter
i been feeling like tee grizzley how i’m giving no effort
and yeah, i know a lot of sh-t but never knownin’ no better
and we can play it how you want it, n-gg-s know it’s whatever
and boy, you better check your b-tch ’cause she got bro in her header
n-gg-, you ain’t on sh-t, and your b-tch on me
b-tch, king kong ain’t got sh-t on me
n-gg-, i can’t even tell you what we did ot
and bro got aim, he’ll hit you in your widow’s peak, on the gang

[verse 3: nef the pharaoh]
free nick, b-tch, come suck this clip
i’m chang chang, lil’ n-gg- that be suge-ing on sh-t
i just left the bakery, i got some cook in the whip
it’s two things i won’t do, be broke or a snitch
my hookers really bust dates, you be boyfriend pimping
i’ma tell a ho a lie while you be kissin’ them b-tches
not a dumb lacefront but i got an extension
a n-gg- whip got hit, it was some bodies up in it
over kony gin-bili, i fold your brody
p-ss on your granny, k!ll your homie
i’m a shooter, dooter
somebody lied, i never knew her
house lick, they gon’ run through her spot while i do her
when jojo hit the streets, i got a hundred for him
n-gg-s don’t never be outside, gotta go huntin’ for ’em
rockin’ polo on the hill with my b-tch lauryn
never had to jot on the mud ’cause my b-tch scorin’
and this big chop that i got, it’ll rip arms
at this rate, jake, you ain’t safe, you need state farms
you a p-ssy, boy, why you try to play that hard?
up that glock, make him shh, we had ssr

[verse 4: mike sherm]
first things first, last but not least
thought he couldn’t get touched but i got reach
real low-key, i ain’t tryna be seen
tryna stay away from rats ’cause a n-gg- got cheese
shout out my n-gg- kony, all you n-gg-s phony
bro off a molly, he swear he seen a pony
b-tch tryna cuddle, i ain’t tryna get cozy
bust in a b-tch, now i’m finna reload it
n-gg-, f-ck rap, i’ll whip on a promoter
turn this b-tch up when i’m motherf-ckin’ sober
fell out with some n-gg-s just for actin’ like some cobras
i done did a lot of sh-t for the culture
you n-gg-s doin’ sh-t for attention
something like these b-tches, only compet-tion
but that ain’t my business
every day my b-day, and every week christmas, b-tch

- shootergang kony lyrics

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