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yung bless - shoot! lyrics

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k!ll november:
f-ck n-gga pull up i will get you murked
blood on my shirt
if you want beef then i will make it hurt
under the dirt
lay you with kurt
blood in the dirt

f-ck on yo’ b-tch and i pull up her skirt
hop off my d-ck and then hop off my sack
if you talk sh-t then my gun will talk back
beam at yo’ neck and i bust at your hat

i flip a brick then i run with your bags
i flip a brick and i’m taking your half
i f-ck your b-tch and i never call back

f-ck boy don’t test me
i’ll bring my best heat
bust at yo’ bestie
i’ll leave you resting
i’ll leave you messy
f-ck with my set and i’ll aim at ya’ neck
f-ck with my set and i’ll aim at ya’ head

yung bless:
aye
yuh

i know my name’s in your mouth but i really don’t give a f-ck
ridin’ round the city in a all black bentley truck
bet it’s goin’ down i’ma show you lil n-ggas up

i switch lanes, don’t change
don’t worry bout my game, i’m the whole thing
i’m the mothaf-ckin’ champ, need a whole ring
and you lookin’ real salty cause you postin’

b-tch

lil n-gga you a peasant
put ‘em in body bags send ‘em to heaven
strapped up right b-tch got the smith & wesson
and we neva’ flexin’ put ’em in a stretcher cause he stressin’

who he talkin’ to, who this n-gga think he testin’
never under pressure but these n-ggas always guessin’
p-ssy boy mad cause i’m what his b-tch is neckin’
and she in depression cause she know the d-ck is such a blessin’

b-tch

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