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shake sum - jourdan brothern lyrics

[intro]
cashmoneyap

[chorus]
n*ggas know i’m pistol packing (woo)
shoot him with a automatic (woo)
shoot him with a automatic
shoot him with that magic, death gon’ be tragic (woo)
n*ggas know i’m pistol packing (woo)
shoot him with a automatic (woo)
shoot him with a automatic
shoot him with that magic, death gon’ be tragic
and i said shake some (shake some ho)
roll another one (n*gga, huh)
shake some (huh, roll another one)
shake some (shake some hoe, yeah)
yeah, shake some
what?, yeah that rollie
[verse 1]
k!ll that n*gga, now he flying up to heaven
shoot him with that motherf*cking 2 plus 7
now he gon’ talk to his baby momma too
’cause we shot that b*tch, and she was pregnant
whole lotta rollies right on my wrist
whole lotta diamonds, i don’t give a sh*t
i got a whole lotta b*tches on my d*ck
these n*ggas choose and pick
i don’t know why you n*ggas think y’all funny
’cause i’m wiping on his nose, and that sh*t was runny
yeah, i’m chasing for that bag, yeah i’m chasing money
yeah, i’m chasing money, he my lil’ sonny
and he making punny’s, ’cause he think he funny
’cause he think he funny, ’til i get my gunny, woo

[chorus]
n*ggas know i’m pistol packing (woo)
shoot him with a automatic (woo)
shoot him with a automatic
shoot him with that magic, death gon’ be tragic (woo)
n*ggas know i’m pistol packing (woo)
shoot him with a automatic (woo)
shoot him with a automatic
shoot him with that magic, death gon’ be tragic
and i said shake some (shake some ho)
roll another one (n*gga, huh)
shake some (huh, roll another one)
shake some (shake some hoe, yeah)
yeah, shake some
what?, yeah that rollie
[verse 2]
i pop me a perky, then i go r*t*rded
shoot up the party, that b*tch’ gon get started
we sent that n*gga so much smoke, that sh*t smell like we farted
you can’t even stop that sh*t, i don’t even know why you started
me and my n*ggas robbed the bank, even though that sh*t was guarded
n*gga g*y, he sweet like a fruit, he a her/she
you know it’s gon’ come with a fee for a verse*y
too much hoes in my dm, they try to f*ck me
i can’t f*ck up on these hoes, even though they try to love me
momma look at your son, that n*gga popping, that n*gga popping
look at your son, that n*gga dropping, that n*gga dropping
look at your son, that n*gga mopping, that n*gga mopping
look at your son, he the one they blocking, he the one they blocking
what?

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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