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shots fired - lakeyah lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
(ain’ that dj chose over there?)
one shot, two shot (mm, look like dj chose)
three shot, keep goin’

[chorus]
know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don’t need no caption (b*tch, i’m bad)
i keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (ayy)
make him buy me gucci for the coochie call that taxes (tax)
i get to bussin’ at these b*tches, keep it ratchet
one shot for the bad b*tches (one shot for the bad b*tches)
two shots if you sippn’ don ju’
one shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with ’em (n*ggas keep the bag with ’em)
and two shots if your bankroll blue (yeah)

[verse 1]
lil’ b*tch i’m gettin’ money, give a f*ck about no drama
‘fore i a add a b*tch online, i’ma add another comma (yeah)
i might hit up kod and throw like a 30k in dollars (throw it all)
i ain’t trippin’, ain’t no limit, blew that sh*t on this designer, uh
all you n*ggas should relax ’cause my n*ggas keep a mac and they gon’ use it (they gon’ use it)
say she with the sh*t, she gotta prove it (yeah)
look at how these b*tches wave ridin’, i’m the blue print
now i got these b*tches real mad, n*ggas choosin’ (n*ggas choosin’)
ayy, strippers in the section, poppin’ bottles straight flexin’ (ayy)
i don’t need a n*gga ever, this a hunnid on my necklace (this a hunnid on my chain, b*tch)
this that new season bottega, this expensive ass steppin’
ayy, let me post up on the ‘gram ’cause that’s the only thing she checkin’ (on god)
[chorus]
know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don’t need no caption (ayy)
i keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (ayy)
make him buy me gucci for the coochie call that taxes (taxes)
i get to bussin’ at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (ayy)
one shot for the bad b*tches (one shot for the bad b*tches)
two shots if you sippn’ don ju’
one shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with ’em (n*ggas keep the bag with ’em)
and two shots if your bankroll blue

[verse 2]
ayy, one here comes the two to the three to the four
ayy, thirty thousand ones, can’t see the motherf*ckin’ floor (okay)
the coupe like a bird, know we b*tterfly the doors (skrr)
p*ssy got him buyin’ out the motherf*ckin’ store (ayy, ayy)
b*tch, i’m booked and busy
turn around, another plane, i’m gettin’ dizzy
what’s her name? ain’t f*ckin’ with me (ain’t f*ckin’ with me)
i just let him taste it, he ain’t even f*ck and can’t forget me
said, “lakeyah you the one”, that’s a fact, now buy that fendi, n*gga

[chorus]
know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don’t need no caption (ayy)
i keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (ayy)
make him buy me gucci for the coochie call that taxes (taxes)
i get to bussin’ at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (ayy)
one shot for the bad b*tches (one shot for the bad b*tches)
two shots if you sippn’ don ju’
one shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with ’em (n*ggas keep the bag with ’em)
and two shots if your bankroll blue

- lakeyah lyrics

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