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shock - jenn carter lyrics

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[jenn carter]
he wanna tazer, he left me in shock
like why wouldn’t you tote on a knock
if that b*tch on my d*ck, then she settin’ a drop
so you better be cautious of thots
i cannot come if she want me to see her
you tried to diss, he got sent to the reaper
like a slender, the way that i creep up
she ain’t no rapper then she*
[tata]
ebk 41, they gon’ follow the leader
hoodie on, and creep up like a reaper
he tried to play and got popped with no mеter
bullets hit him, give that boy a sеizure
ima call him shifty with the rock
dummy boy thinkin’ we ’bout to box
like why wouldn’t you tote on the knocks
and my b*tch is a baddie, she settin’ the drop

[jenn carter]
beam on my d*ck, boy was runnin’ like [?]
opp in the sky like the statue of liberty
i can’t run with this heavy artillery
it’s a new boy tryna diss, is you sh*ttin’ me?
i could pull up and clean the vicinity
[?] make the bullets deliveries
oh, he thought he was lit on the grip
homie do not forgive i’m a foolish like [?]

[tata]
everyday i’m just hearin’ ’em diss
n*ggas keep talkin’, like “is you sh*ttin’ me”
boy, that n*gga not tough, he a b*tch
i can see why he beat on his b*tch
he with that b*tch, he gon’ die with the b*tch
he was tough, now he dead in a ditch
like osama, i’m takin’ that risk
we gon’ aim for his head and make him do a flip
totin’ the knocker, i’m doin’ it properly
no roller coaster, then shorty is ridin’ me
me, my money don’t play with economy
all on my d*ck, man these n*ggas be kind to me
he not a demon, that sh*t be mythology
i love green, now they talkin’ on brocolli
after i nut, she gon’ walk away wobbly
n*ggas my sons, they owe me an apology
[jenn carter]
get to the money like it was monopoly
now that i’m up do not tell me you proud of me
i’m a star, i ain’t talkin’ astrology
this one for all the n*ggas who doubted me
like, i be busy, travellin’ to banks
dummy boy, how you spinnin’ a tank
and you know i can’t be there for stank
like all these opps got me throwin’ the racks
and he told me spin back, okay
.40 gon’ clap, both ways
move tact’, don’t play
i’m in a renty, we spin broad day
two knocks, beam on each
i got a baddie, she all in my sheets
say you know ima tweak on a beat
and i cannot be messin’ with none of you skitches

[tata]
lonely n*gga from rags to riches
now a n*gga like bags of b*tches
f*ck a b*tch, i’m in love with by bl!ck
he got hit in the face with the choppa
all in the trench tryna find me a *
no referee, but i bet you i blow
how you say you smokin’ my deads
and i don’t got no deads, that n*gga gotta go
max in the spot and they all sayin’ yes
she in the spot screamin’ “everything deady”
mr. everything deady, i’m ready n*gga
i can’t lack, i’m walkin’ round with becky
only been 5 months, now i’m rich
handy mandy, that boy gettin’ fixed
dummy boy, he got turnt to a l!ck
and i’m smokin’ that boy who got shot in his sh*t

- jenn carter lyrics

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