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lirik lagu shootergang kony & yhung t.o. - new plates

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
in and out of state, new plate on the benz
baby f-ckin’ with me ’cause she know that i’m the man
you know that she mine now [?]
just us going to [?] tryna double back again
tryna double back
you got all that -ss, baby throw it back
i got all this cash i could throw a stack
them n-ggas scared to slide [?] at

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
hoe you know i make six figures off a mixtape
i stopped f-ckin’ with them n-ggas ’cause they being fake
n-ggas tryna ride my wave to steal my fanbase
b-tch, i’m that n-gga with that bag [?]
young n-gga buffed up like i lift weights
ain’t no b-tch in this world that i can’t take
ain’t no foreign in this world that i can’t race
ain’t no dollar on this earth that i can’t make
we gon’ bust out with the chopper, get to flippin’ n-ggas
’bout to push off a feature just to [?] n-ggas
you gotta watch your n-ggas close and how they feel again’t you
when you make a million they gon’ feel they need a million with you
baby f-ckin’ with me ’cause she know that i’m the chosen one
we gon’ catch a [?]
i used to feel some type of way about you, never told you none
still ain’t f-ckin’ with you ’cause i can’t let go of grudges
got it on my own, i don’t owe a n-gga nothing
catch a n-gga slippin’ we gon’ strafe him just for stuntin’
got too many diamonds on my neck for all that tusslin’
bro, just pulled up in a tesla with your b-tch and her cousin
we aim high you better get [?]
i’m that n-gga, n-gga you can’t tell me nothin’
cartiers on my face, i got louis on [?]
big money packing n-ggas out, n-gga if you thought we wasn’t

[verse 2: shootergang kony]
ayy
n-ggas talkin’ out they neck ’cause they [?]
you gon’ make me put you in a wood like i [?]
i don’t do no kissing, baby i don’t want your cold
all that crying get you [?], i’ll wipe that b-tch nose
got a glizzy [?]
used to have a .38 i shot five out it
he went down and he ain’t did no time
he and me do no crime, i blow that b-tch mind
been servin’ n-ggas [?] twice
been cuttin’ n-ggas nice ‘fore i stepped up my price
for my brothers i do life
i ain’t never been no 6ix9ine n-gga
i done [?] about six times, really
i’m a different kind, you don’t want my n-ggas slidin’
i prefer the glizzy but this chop sing like ginuwine
dinner on my turf, you don’t shoot you miss dinner time
.45 heavy in my pants i might get a 9, b-tch ayy

- lirik lagu shootergang kony yhung t o

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