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where you at (remix) - 3shot josh lyrics

[intro]: i’m tired of all these b*tch ass n*ggas sleepin on me n*gga
finna wake these b*tch ass n*ggas up…

hop out on his ass turn his brains to a smoothie
all these rap n*ggas lame all my opps they some goofies
n*ggas claim they winnin but them n*ggas really losing
run up on his stupid ass hit his ass wit a 2 piece

keep talkin tuff we go kick in yo door
tell him get up leave his brains on the floor
n*ggas act savage but really be hoes
n*ggas be cappin don’t get exposed

b*tch i’m crazy i’m sum like freddy
slit a n*gga throat wit a f*ckin machete
finna go on a drill b*tch is you ready?
walk a n*gga down turn his brains to spaghetti

you is not hard you really soft
like nicki minaj yo ass can get popped
ima make a opp n*gga give these bullets top
if you ain’t one of us you can get robbed

think sh*t sweet but this sh*t ain’t swisher
put the pole to his stomach then blow out his liver
from the pole where it’s cold sh*t feel like the winter
all my opps scared of me when they see me they shiver
that’s really how it is n*ggas know how i’m rockin
put the pole to his face shoot his eye out the socket
all these rap n*ggas actors man these n*ggas needa stop it
put a n*gga on a shirt and i don’t gotta crop it

smokin on that gas sh*t smell like the sewer
choppa make a n*gga bald you would think he lex luthor
you don’t know how to shoot b*tch i think you need a tutor
say he a hot n*gga bet these hollows make him cooler

i know shorties who tryna earn stripes
call up my hittas they come take yo life
snitch ass n*ggas that’s some sh*t i don’t like
you n*ggas is squares jus like sum dice

remember hittin l!cks ridin round in a stoli
score on a n*gga like my name was kobe
better hope i dont see you if yo b*tchass owe me
quit talkin tough n*gga come show me
hit his ass up take his chain and his rollie
he think i ain’t wit it that n*gga dont know me
f*ck the police tell em free all my broski’s

have my shorties come thru put yo head on the table
f*ckin wit me swear that sh*t can get fatal
b*tches be ugly i dont wanna rate you
sprayin that glizzy you thought they just maced you
223 bullets that sh*t real painful
run up and shoot him from 2 different angles
ion need a gun f*ck around and get strangled
bullets connect like sum muhf*ckin cable, b*tch!

- 3shot josh lyrics

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