Correction Paroles When We Shoot (Apple Music Live) par Lil Durk

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Only the Family in this motherf**ker, how y'all feeling in here?
You know, we in Cali', we got the Voice in this motherf**ker, man
E— everybody looking good in here
Know what I'm sayin'? We on some family sh*t in this motherf**ker tonight, man, we gon' have some fun, y'all ready?
On the count of three, I want y'all to say, "Squad"
One, two, three
Squad
Come on, come on (Young Cutta run it up)
What we doing? (Gang)

I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it
Get too high, gotta flush my kidneys
N***as be hoes, gotta mind my business
Call from the feds, they'll run up your minutes
Watch these hoеs, they'll do it for image
F**k four hoes, tryna turn mе a stripper
I don't trust n***as, so I ride with my nickel
Crushed up faces, bust down emerald
Can't trust twice 'cause it ain't that simple
Ten toes down, I'll ride for my n***as
When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look in the mirror
He got caught 'cause I know he didn't
You know damn well you can't duck them switches
You gotta shoot for it 'cause that b*t*h be glitchy
I miss my dog, gotta stay out my feelings
I miss my dog, gotta stay out my, yeah
Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats
Wake up late, mouth 50K, gotta brush your teeth
I'ma say no when the n***a ask, I know he a leech
Contract with the label, b*t*h, I'm able, I'm signed to the streets
We ain't no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous
N***a had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly purgin'
F**k my opps, we on his a**, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous (What you doing?)
We on his a**, ain't no pa**, foenem do him dirty (Gang, gang)
I'm with the killers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
I'm with the robbers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
I get him a thirty, he pop out the car, shorty too anxious
I won't give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous (I want you to sing this part with me, right? What the f**k you say?)
And you can't run when we shoot (Gang, gang, what about y'all?)
You can't run when we shoot (Gang, gang, what 'bout y'all?)
You can't run when we shoot (Gang, y'all too)
And you can't run when we shoot (What you tell 'em? Gang, gang, gang, let's go)

You better not slip, you better not trip
Come out the cut and blick
Them hoes left quick when I wasn't sh*t, now them hoes be on my d**k
I'm from the Lam', f**k 63rd, but that don't go for Hyp
I'ma get that Lam' truck blue for sixty days, that sh*t for Nip
And I don't even cheat on my b*t*h (Nah)
Them b*t*hes be tweetin' like, "Lil Durk be cheatin'," like b*t*hes don't be on my d**k
Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and pillowin'-talkin' when you with a b*t*h?
It be the n***as I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, "Let's get it" (What?)
Better ride with your blick, yeah (Yeah, what you say?)

And you can't run when we shoot (Gang)
You can't run when we shoot (Gang)
You can't run when we shoot (Gang, gang)
And you can't run when we shoot, yeah (Come on)
And you can't run when we shoot, let's get it
You can't run when we shoot
You can't run when we shoot
And you can't run when we shoot, yeah
You can't run from OTF
You can't run from Apple Music Live
7220
You know what it is
The Voice is here
You can't run when we shoot
You can't run when we shoot
You can't run when we shoot
You can't run when we shoot, yeah

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