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lirik lagu ebk young joc – shooters

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[intro]
(f~ck the other sh~t, we got milo on the beat)

[verse]
real n~gga, i can never joce (i can never joce)
just me and lil sleaze, ain’t n0body else to call (just me and lil’ bro)
b~tch, i’m hundred proof, i bet these other n~ggas fraud (i thought you knew)
this ain’t nothin’ little, what i’m clutchin’ on is large (ah~ah)
i just squeeze the trigger, it sound like round of applause (brrt)
hope you don’t think we fightin’, ’cause i’ll blow you in the mall (stupid)
and yeah, i might be small, but i’m the coldest of ’em all (haha)
they congratulate a n~gga, but rеally hopin’ that i fall (what the f~ck?)
this ain’t shaq or curry, but on this court, b~tch, we ball (ayy)
so we took thе top, and n~gga, no, don’t you fall (ayy)
we was on the block duckin’ the cops, f~ck the law (ayy)
roll on me, pole on me, hangin’ out my drawers (know i had it)
that is not my brother if he said he ain’t involved (not at all)
you’s a cat, n~gga, my mama raised nothin’ but dogs
don’t get jacked, n~gga, cuddy tryna come over here and floss (b~tch)
we done cracked n~ggas over they sh~t, even a boss (ah~ah~ah~ah)
don’t get whacked, n~gga, f~ck payin’ a price, even a cost (ah, ah)
stop, hold on, wait (hey, what the f~ck?)
poppa dance, watch me walk him down with this k (ah, ah)
at fleming’s or morton’s, i’m eatin’ shrimp and some steak (i’m eatin’ good)
i was gon’ f~ck lil’ bitty, but brodie told me she stank (hah)
don’t need n0body, me, myself, and i, i hold my weight (i hold my weight)
but what about you n~ggas? let me know (ayy, let me know)
i heard y’all recruit n~ggas, but we don’t (boy, what f~ck?)
don’t f~ck with no new n~ggas, and that’s on bro
and that’s on bro
don’t f~ck with no new n~ggas, and that’s on bro
i heard y’all recruit n~ggas, but we don’t


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