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lirik lagu calvary kylan – who shot me 2

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[intro]
there go kylan, he be wildin’
(my n~gga brando been sick with it)
(say brando, what this hittin’ for?)
b~tch, i’m wildin’ foreal
this ain’t no act, everybody know this
cannot choose
too many b~tches, i cannot choose
cannot lose
ay

[verse 1]
let’s dig a lil’ deeper
i keep my pistol, i’m gon’ pop out if i see you (gon’ pop out)
i feel played and i won’t stop till i get equal (i’m evil)
it’s still winter time, but i still ride ’round with my heater
f~ck it what they say the whole city know i’m evil (let’s do it)
i get on that kick out by myself, i’on need my people
let ’em pop out if they cut, i shoot this stick here from the bleachers
i bet that lil’ ho that you love look bad as f~ck, i gotta feed her
i bet my ex think i’m in love, but i’on even wanna see her

[chorus]
who shot me?
we spin they block, homicide, we drop two (drop)
we spin they block, momma cry, we drop you (drop)
why the f~ck they talkin’ ’bout k3, who shot you?
if you f~ck with they side then that mean you an opp too
[verse 2]
i’m the type of n~gga turn a good b~tch to a eater
i’m the type of n~gga turn a princess b~tch into a diva (diva)
b~tch, i’ve been mad as h~ll, look at my eyes, i’m hot, i need a fever
my pockets stuffed as h~ll, walk inside the mall, i break the meter (oh my god)
i’m the type of n~gga switch to new b~tch when i want to (when i want)
all these hoes be talkin’ sh~t, you mad ’cause i’on want you (on god)
i can drop a d~ck inside that b~tch until she come to
he can talk that sh~t, you sendin’ lo, i bet i come through
i be hearin’ kylan this and kylan that, what you gon’ do?
i can pass lil’ son to kay, i bet my brother slump you
everytime it’s time for me to take one, bet i took my lead
i know why n~gga p~ssed off, ’cause n~ggas got ran through b~tch
i can bet 20 thousand cash a n~gga never ran my b~tch
bet’ not let him hear ’bout it, swear to god that i’ma send that blitz
bulletproof whip with the opp black tints, you cannot shoot through this
we got all these sticks, i cannot choose, no glee with coolin’ kit
there go kylan

[chorus]
who shot me?
we spin they block, homicide, we drop two
we spin they block, momma cry, we drop you
why the f~ck they talkin’ ’bout k3, who shot you?
if you f~ck with they side then that mean you an opp too


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