Corrección Letra Shoot Ya par Nephew

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Aye, aye, gang
R-rah b*t*h
R-rah r-rah b*t*h
You know how we rockin' b*t*h
Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
Aye, aye
Get guap
Foenem

I always been that n***a that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his lifе he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee

I'm totin' on this TEC, Nеphew got the MAC
They kick the door, they comin' through the front
We runnin' out the back
I'm f**king hoes, countin' rolls, I don't know how to act
Lemon squeeze, f**k around and squeeze, leave you on your back
And that big body, bumped and got it, b*t*h I got that sack
I'm tooley on ya grandma, make her have a heart attack
Might finesse a n***a out his bricks, he won't get 'em back
I speed, do the dash, got the cash, b*t*h my pockets fat
I put that on the 4, Ima blow, where yo savage at?
Remember sellin' dope, stashing blow where my mattress at
I call up Boochie Gang, kick the door, where that cabbage at?
My n***as gang bang, grab 'em poles, [?]
I'm rollin' off that ecstasy, it gets the best of me
The kitchen, on my shelf, cookin' dope, f**k a recipe
They know I got that cheddar cheese, restaurant get next to me
Trap spot, 200 Ps, selling weed and coca leaves
n***a diss me in a song but he don't want no smoke with me
Hoes like, "why you do me wrong?" that love sh*t was a joke to me
My young boys be totin' heat, [?] gon' blow for me
Run up on that n***a we ain't shootin' from across the street

I always been that n***a that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee

Ain't no boos in the streets, you gotta keep a gun
Pass out, blue [?]
Ain't no pressure on the money we buy all the guns
Woos to the squad sh*t, we ain't sellin' none
Keep a lotta bad b*t*hes on the telephone
Hit my line if you know some goofies out here lackin'
And when [?] no bullsh*t, we 'bout that action
Everybody on that floor b*t*h they know who's askin'
Pull up on the opp's block and start blappin'
Semi-automatic, kick the door, b*t*h where that cabbage
b*t*h we gotta have it, foenem be totin' ratchet
Remember I was trappin' half-pounds all in the cabinet
I went to school n***a, had racks in my shoes n***a
Don't be no fool n***a, leave yo ass on news n***a
I hang with rude n***as, hang around old school killas
You got yo 2 n***a, my young n***as some cool killas

I always been that n***a that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that n***a to confuse it
That n***a playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a f**k about no b*t*h I am boujee
Gang

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