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Stimme und Gesang
Sha EK
Sha EK
Stimme und Gesang
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Chalim Perry
Chalim Perry
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Christ Amankwaa
Christ Amankwaa
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Matthew Kelly
Matthew Kelly
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Virgil Gibson
Virgil Gibson
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Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
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Corey Cutz
Corey Cutz
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083chee
083chee
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ZK
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Angel Reyes
Angel Reyes
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Corey Nutile
Corey Nutile
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(Chee) Gang, gang, gang Grrah, grrah We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray And McKinley ain't never did nothin' Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin' Like nigga, go get you some money I was drippy, nigga, you was bummy Grrah Like, they gon react to this shit Have ya' bitch shakin' ass to this shit We got the drop on his stu' and my gang need a chain So you know we snatchin' his shit I'm a greedy nigga, I'll slime you Have my O's standin' right behind you Fuck a blue check We get that addy and pull up like, "Who we gon' boom next?" Catch a rapper and he shot Bitches it's like 17 shots in my Glock I go crazy for my block, she gon' die like that bitch, if she smokin' my pops, on gang All these drugs really got me buggin' See these niggas, I'ma get to dumpin' All these drugs really got me buggin' See these niggas, I'ma get to dumpin' Why these opp niggas suckin' dick now? Like, I really beat up your brother And your mom, she a dyke So now we gon' beat on your mother Why these opp niggas suckin' dick now? Like, I really beat up your brother And your mom, she a dyke (grrah, grrah) So now we gon' beat on your mother We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray And McKinley ain't never did nothin' Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin' Like nigga, go get you some money I was drippy, nigga, you was bummy (glah, glah, glah) Nigga, you ain't do shit I was really outside on your block with a switch Throw up the O like the WIIC We really killin' bricks (glah, glah) You jackin' the opps, yo' ass get popped (glah) We clear up the block and we using a mop Red on his head, I'm comin' to shop The last thing he heard was, "Fah" (fah, fah) Me and Sha finna fuck up the streets (fuck up the streets) Shorty be up on point like a beat (point like a beat) He got the heat, can't wait 'til we meet (can't wait 'til we meet) If I play, he gon' die in a week (die in a week), ayy He might die today (die today) If I know where he stay then I'm comin' that way (comin' that way) I got the drac', like bread, he baked Get shot in the face, he dead today Ayy, like, come get some get back We smoke all the opps at the kickback First nigga swing, I'm showin' we with that We sendin' shots, he get popped like a Tic Tac Rockin' desinger, it's comin' in mismatch We hit your bro, now come get your lick back He fucked your ho', now come get your bitch back Glah-glah boom, you know that we shoot back We droppin' four 'cause it's FourSevK Smoke my pops, so I'm smokin' on Blay Spinnin' Decatur, it feel like a good day Every time that I'm lookin' for Ray And McKinley ain't never did nothin' Like tell me, stop all of the bluffin' Like nigga, go get you some money I was drippy, nigga, you was bummy, glah
Writer(s): Matthew Kelly, Chalim Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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