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lirik lagu jenn carter - everybody shot (feat. mo kartii, jerry west & kyle richh)

glah
glah, glah, glah
(josh)
(elvis)
glah, like what? like what? b~tch, glah, glah, glah
like what? like what? b~tch, glah, glah, glah
yo yp
glah
let ′em know it’s carter, d~ckhead

said it′s k with the k, no flocka
spot ’em, we got ’em 1 shot ima flock em (glah, glah, glah)
too deep, i′ma empty the what?
he tried to run, caught the shots to the b~tt (glah)
red beam when i turn him to runtz
if he jackin′ this k put a hole in his gut
better duck when i reload the chopper
hang out the v, like dump that knocker
better run if you run into me (like what? like what?)
and double trunk he get trunked with the roster
spin through, cl!ck ’til it′s empty
b~tch, i’m on court, n~ggas know not to bench me (like what?)
n~ggas see me they switch up they energy (like, d~mn)
like what, she a thot out the hennessy
i do the most, every trip they remember me
run down, put the beam on his shh
no remorse when i bend through their strip
totties get shot, don′t get flocked with your b~tch (treesha)
oh, she a thot? she on top of my d~ck (like what?)
he tried to creep, caught the shots at his rib, what?
sh~t~sh~t, i know a n~gga that act like he talk
but he fled (he what?)
and these n~ggas not smokin’ my dead (like what?)
ma~man got dropped, he was yellin′ “my head”

call me crazy, i’m throwin’ the rock (gang, gang, gang)
f~ck everybody, it′s everyone shot
st~rdy aim ′cause i shoot like a cop
b~tch on my body, she totin’ the knocks
call me fedex, i beat up the box
move like a baddie, she tickin′ on top
she a dancer, she tickin’ the top
like, i be geekin′ and not can i stop
like on the block, i send forty~one shots
we be geekin’ we do it for fun and if she is a demon, i pass her gun
like he a shooter only in my blunt
and if i am with carter we bend through
if he 41k, he get sent to the sun
′cause of what? f~ck up his mental
talkin’ my sh~t and know i am not dumb
said you n~ggas is scary, that boy on my d~ck
wearin’ fake amiri′s, i′m totin’ the grip and singin′ like it’s carey
like, big ebk got me feelin′ like check
all the thotties be deady on deady, they all on my body
won’t party with jenny
and the party, i′m ready to tweak
and i’m ready to geek, so this sh~t can get heavy, gang

n~ggas like “where’s mo kartii” (like)
well kartii is here
b~tch i don′t stop, but i ain′t goin’ nowhere
these n~ggas be dumb, they ain′t puttin’ in fear
totin′ on knocks, swear i don’t care (i don′t care)
twenty~four shots to the air
tell ’em to give ’em the drop
but, if they keep missin′, we lettin′ it flare (glah, glah, glah)
but now he just tested his luck, like
now it’s just up and it′s stuck, what?
everything boomed better duck
you big or you small man, i don’t give a f~ck, like
you ain′t a shooter, you suck, fu~f~ck it
now we gon’ bend both ways, fu~f~ck it
now we gon′ shoot both ways
gi~give him a reason to look both ways
i’m runnin’ from who? (who?)
n~gga, suck my d~ck
c~cked me a beam when i shoot with that bl!ck
i did me a heart and i′m pleadin′ the fitfh
all ya’ n~ggas be cap, bit′
when i step on the field, we actin’
they ain′t steppin’ for real, they cappin′
and it’s kartii, lil’ b~tch, who askin′?

i′m smokin’ that boy in a blunt
don′t need n0body, but me and my gun
smokin’ dotty, he turned into runtz
when i spin out, we load through out
ba~back door, you can get in a blunt
shoot like a giannis, let′s keep it a buck
droppin’ two fingers, i don′t give a f~ck
gbg when i shoot, better duck
sippin’ on muddy, it’s green in my cup
how you a demon but talk to the cops?
that′s your b~tch? she settin′ the drop
you don’t know me for real, i′m on hots
if you run then my knocker gon’ dump
yo~your′re dead and that spliff in my punch
talk on 4~1 and that boy in a blunt
kr gon’ spot him, that n~gga gon′ run

- lirik lagu jenn carter

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