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solowke - i aint gon front my shot lyrics

[intro]
solowke
turn me up
sour da dour
i ain’t gon front my sh-t never n-gga
you know what the f-ck going on
ouuuu lil -ss n-gga i say
[verser 1]
if they try to give me life i can’t anogotiate
i don’t ask them how they like it cause i know it’s straight
hands swinging with them choppa it look like we skate
me and dez cracking blue i slapped with baby j
real n-ggas only stay the f-ck away
i can call b right now or on a raining day
or jamil and snoop they never change
everybody trynna stack 10 and buy some cardias
man we did that sh-t back in march you just want some fam
we just want a price that’s conscient look where n-ggas made
50 yee on the table watch we get it off
tone in the kitchen with a mask finna hit the dog
ferra-gamo shirt no i didn’t do lacoste
smackdown sour dour it the vs raw
gucci on my cloth
throw on white it like a bowl of sauce
rich n-gga burberry cologne and designer draws
out here all night we only playing get the bag gone
bernie mad at me her and moms like bring your -ss home
cuz trynna shoot to a b-tch like with cash on
savages been a savages that like itch you like a micphone
i dont slap with perching -ss n-gga have me out of mood
line my pops on the east just to talk to joe
one way in mood while im throwed—–
loyalty the code stack your roll n-gga never fold
came up off moblie phone
grow up in a murder zone
momma never worry i got shooter im make it home
member bro dem cash out
i want to stand down
i couldn’t buy a sack now
i wanted to back out
be humble while that bag out i took the the g-ss route
i step before i cash out and just smash out
i behind 100 b-tch im like 150
rather stack dubs anyday then try to jump crispy
carsales bunnhinas gotta wait i need more chicken
but i can’t help going crazy for my n-gga missing
screaming free jay jay and free big book
im in the kitchen like a chef finna got look
he was just flashing ten putting up a book
i remeber b-tch used to diss me now them b-tch
i’m in the car full of griter 7 phone cracking
that money bobbing i’m a sponge i call my acton patrick
phones slapping like im chat and you know that im taxing
davion my lil shooter put him in a castest
shannon josh on the north her posted with cannons
call b anytime he whipp blue magic
got wan of the north he tote them ratchets
f-ck a job get to slapping and move out my family
got a lil brother jaylin i love him to death
good sour have us slap we been blowing a check
they took clar and benocks and all my n-ggas next
we only f-cking with my people so come get on deck

- solowke lyrics

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