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get off the leash - 47shawnn lyrics

[intro: babysantana]
i don’t think i understand
mm*mm, yeah
ayy, yeah, what, yeah
stop playin’ with me and lil luis, man, just got off the five m, hahaha
stop with that sh*t, man
nah, they ain’t even knowin’ bout the leash man, gotta get off that
backwoods on the case
backwood smoke it to the face
i’m not one of these little boys, i will really k!ll one of y’all n*ggas, man

[verse 1: babysantana]
i had to get off the leash
i had to block her and then go delete
me and luis used to sleep in the street
smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
hit her raw and then i don’t clean the sheets
hit hеr, kick her out, and then go to sleep
wake up count somе money, then brush my t**th
i had to get off the leash and then go
so many times i could’ve k!lled yo’ bro
[hook: babysantana]
so many times i could have smoked his pack
so many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back
so many times i could’ve stole yo’ pack
called up lil’ maajin’s told him, “send me a pack”
i kept it real cause i can’t fold on my slatt
you kept it fake, i heard you told and you rat, gang

[verse 2: 47shawnn]
gang, gang, gang
all of these n*ggas irrelevant
name up two rappers you know i’m not better than
sick like the flu, man i need me some medicine
sick like ebola
your b*tch i done stole her
she eat up my d*ck like granola
i’m riding around in the rover
i’m just tryna keep my composure
these n*ggas be talking they sh*t
till his life will be over
man, i don’t give a f*ck
keep a hand on my rifle
i make him see blood
like a b*tch on her cycle
she streaming my music off apple and tidal
this d*ck never free
come and get you a trial
that b*tch in denial
her p*ssy so wet i can call it the nile
i swing through her city like my name was miles
(hold on, alright)
b*tch i’m a rookie
i want an empire, she gave me her cookie
i’m giving out time, like the judge and the jury
my vision was blurry
she broke like i want a mcflurry
i’m cooking these n*ggas
i’m breaking more records than curry
these n*ggas be slower than gary
they carrying guns, but they still acting scary
i popped me two percs cause i’m living like larry
i shoot like ray allen, i’m faster than barry
i don’t want your p*ssy, don’t care if it’s hairy
i just want the green, like i’m cosmo the fairy
that n*gga a rat, like he on tom and jerry
they throw on the cap, like the platypus perry
he said that i’m rare
and i said n*gga very
i’m spitting more magic than harry
i’m spitting more magic than quidditch
n*gga just quit it
i’m all on your head like a cap that was fitted
[hook: babysantana]
(bro!)
so many times i could have smoked his pack
so many times yo’ girl was rubbin’ my back
so many times i could’ve stole yo’ pack
called up lil’ maajins told him, “send me a pack”
i kept it real cause i can’t fold on my slatt
you kept it fake, i heard you told and you rat, gang

[verse 3: yvngxchris]
i got off the leash, told that boy to get lost
i got yo’ b*tch favorite song on tiktok
i’m in yo’ house posted wit’ a big glock
i got a shooter, he lookin’ like babysantana, he kinda little with some dreadlocks
glock 19 wit’ a beam at ya headtop
pull out the ak*47, aim it at you, that’s a dead opp
and i got that lil n*gga wonderin’, like, “what is this sh*t on my head?” it’s a red dot
and i wouldn’t go f*ck on that b*tch but i’m gettin’ that throat cause that ho’ give the best top
i’m finna slide on that n*gga three times wit’ the k, think i’m in the klan
b*tch, i got a glock nine, make him rewind, got a f*ckboy p*ssin’ his pants
if you tryna f*ck, d*mn, you outta luck, had to tell that b*tch she ain’t got a chance
slide into yo’ hood, n*gga, like, “what’s good?” what’s up in this wood? n*gga, that’s yo’ mans
what’s up in this wood? n*gga, that’s yo’ brother
d*mn, i got a cutter
you know my glock got a d*ck, yo’ glock got a d*ck, no lil nas x, they f*ckin’ each other
and i’m not finna cap, i’m not with the funs, let’s put down the guns, let’s see who is tougher
and i’m not finna cap, ya mom is a sl*t, might pop out the cut and f*ck on ya mother
and i’m not finna cap, when i hit from the back, that sh*t was a act, i’m yvngxchris tucker
and i’m not finna cap, post up in the trap, b*tch, i got the strap but yvngxchris tuck her (what?)

- 47shawnn lyrics

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