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lirik lagu shootergang kony - glock 21

[chorus]
(ay) b~tch, when they see a pimp they like, “ugh”
if you ain’t got no money for me, baby i won’t budge
i ain’t f~ckin’ with the club even though they show me love
i ain’t 21 but my glizzy said i was

in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam
in the party i can’t dance, i got .40 in my pants
got her twerkin’ on my man, she keep sayin’ this her jam

[verse 1]
i got big bands, big knots
30 when that stick drop
got more money than him but i still take his wristw~tch
she hate it when i be flippin’ out in public, now my b~tch hot
if i don’t get no p~ssy when we home then i’ma kick rocks

b~tch please, i’m like gone, don’t rock vlone, i’ll break yo’ phone
yeah i’m kony, i ain’t kon, your knees all showin’
them is jean shorts, boy, what the f~ck goin’ on?

[verse 2]
i been runnin’ through these bands, gettin’ nike checks
you wear elite socks still, them is not the wet, boy
if you try to k!ll me, better do your best, boy
my shots impress, boy, i’ll beat yo’ chest, boy
come home, wonder why your sheets is wet
i never pass on neck
“your throat weak? wanna bet?”
d~mn, i’m only f~ckin’ you, but i can’t put it on the set

b~tch please, say less unless you slid to the neck
tell your best friend, f~ck it, we get drunk and f~ck
there’s two of y’all, i’m just sayin’, we gon’ f~ck or what?

you got the drop on us? (ooo) you better come and bust
why the f~ck i’m finna leave? we got a k up in the clutch
like what’s poppin’, cuz?
what’s brackin’, blood?
n~ggas want war but they slappin’ us

(ay) we ain’t scared of nothin’, in them gats we trust
all these suckas is my sons, so i should pack they lunch
i’m finna pack and point the .40, shoot whoever runnin’ up
havin’ problems with my shorty, i don’t think we f~ck enough

geekin’ had me sippin’ syrup, i was sleepin’ in my cup
none of we froze up, touch yo’ mama, i’ma bust
said i ain’t give her nothin’ but i do her well
life f~cked up ’cause i spent my youth in jail
come and slip inside the p~ssy if it ain’t no smell
won’t do attempt no hommies, you should have no bail
[chorus]
(ay) b~tch, when they see a pimp they like, “ugh”
if you ain’t got no money for me, baby i won’t budge
i ain’t f~ckin’ with the club even though they show me love
i ain’t 21 but my glizzy said i was

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