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Sheff G
Sheff G
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(Great John on the beat by the way) What y'all niggas know about the 23 and one man? It's a white man's justice, black man's grave Shoutout to my boy Look, look, look Lil' nigga stop it, huh You ain't no shooter, nobody around you is with it Lil' nigga stop it You was in school doin' projects, we drill and run in niggas pockets You niggas ain't problems (problems, problems) Y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga Look, say y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga Wait, look, I ain't with the talkin', fuck up out my face Don't got time to waste, look Ricky got a charge, he gon' let it spray, fuck up out the way I know that they love I'm a felon caught charges from these niggas tellin', look Told God I'm with all the repenting, stop sinning before it's too many, look Before it's too much, time to switch it up Got the game in clutch, bitches wanna f- That's word to my Glizzy my credit A1 with them killers My credit A1 with them banks Oh, I heard you want me come get me I'm posted with chops on the 8th sendinfg shots at you Lil' nigga stop it, huh You ain't no shooter, nobody around you is with it Lil' nigga stop it You was in school doin' projects, we drill and run in niggas pockets You niggas ain't problems (problems, problems) Y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga Look, say y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga Huh, you ain't no shooter, nobody around you is with it Lil' nigga stop it You was in school doin' projects, we drill and run in niggas pockets You niggas ain't problems (problems, problems) Y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga Look, said y'all ain't no killers, nigga, y'all ain't got no bodies, nigga No, you don't got no bodies, nigga They know it ain't no stoppin' niggas Free all my doggies, your honor I'm sorry, let's bargain, I'm sending' out some figures Hate on my grannies man you gone watch it Chip on my shoulder like, who gon' stop me? I leave her wetter than a tsunami, look She touchy, she wanna rob me We gettin' money, it's hard to lose, huh Bitches don't love you, they switch when they want to, they never take long to choose, huh We seen her comin' the minute we started, we doublin', plot the moves, huh Used to bend blocks and cruise huh, son now we got a lot to lose, huh We got a lot to lose Oh my, oh my God Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Shooter gang, gang, gang Move it, move it gang Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Shooter gang, gang, gang...
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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