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sh!t (atl remix) - future lyrics

[intro: future]
oh, you know you ain’t got all them guns
and you ain’t k!lled n0body yet
how many times you shot that muhf-cka?
ain’t n0body popped up dead
sh-t!

[hook: future]
talkin’ bout ya poppin’ tags, n-gga, you ain’t bought sh-t
talkin’ bout 100 bottles, n-gga, you ain’t pop sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga, you ain’t shot sh-t
spendin’ money on these hoes, n-gga, you ain’t f-ck sh-t
sh-t, sh-t

[verse 1: pastor troy]
y’all ain’t crunk like me, y’all ain’t bout sh-t
ak-47 and that ruger and some other sh-t
pt cruiser, n-gga, do a n-gga, who the n-gga?
i’m so ratchet with that plastic
sh-t get drastic, leave him in the casket
now my n-gga mike will giving me a chill pill
but a n-gga crunk still, plenty n-ggas got k!lled
i don’t give a f-ck though, still got some ammo
dressed in camo, represent atlanta, ho
pastor disaster back like the rapture
don’t let me catch ya, ho, i’m coming at ya
bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja
keep my composure, f-ck pulling over
brrrrr, stick ’em, f-ck the n-ggas with them
i’m gonna get them, promise i’mma hit them
pastor disaster, get off my d-ck
i be clean from my cup to my kicks
foreign! how i like my b-tch
y’all, n-ggas, ain’t, sh-t!

[hook]

[verse 2: jeezy]
made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
still running with them n-ggas with that work check
it go “brrrrrrrr” with the choppa
that’s the only way the p-ssy ‘posed to stop ya
pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
stack a 20 bill, n-gga, tall as carmelo
winter olympic games and the categories caine
bet ya one f-ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
why ya actin’ like a b-tch? lil jon, my n-gga
don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n-gga
i ain’t takin’ no shorts, b-tch, i hit it with the fork
f-ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n-gga
snowman, b-tch, y’all know me
fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
act like my sh-t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank
neck lookin’ like a 40 ounce of o.e
tell me why my album selling, they ain’t murder me yet
if they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want
but them same f-ck n-ggas ain’t shot sh-t yet
yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
they just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh-t
straight up

[hook]

[bridge: t.i.]
this for my n-ggas when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f-ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

[verse 3: t.i.]
fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope
i done had that, n-gga (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
i ain’t playing with these n-ggas, just k!ll ’em, turn it
n-gga talk sh-t, i’ll blast that n-gga
shoot his -ss right in front his homeboys
k!ll the party, drove off and then stab that n-gga
everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise
i’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing
threw a 100 on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
you tryna get a million, i done did that
aye, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
aye, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for ya but a new coffin
i’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n-gga!
catch me walkin’ in ya hood, trench coat swingin’
mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin’
them bankhead n-ggas, they a muhf-cka, ain’t they?
i’m the realest, richest n-gga that you know today famous
catch ya flaggin’ in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta
in ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
no matter how you paint it, better see the big picture
i’ll get ya, n-gga, wit’ ya, then hit ya n-gga!

[hook]

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