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shots in tha dark - rde diff lyrics

you see, they hating, steady hating, already know what it is
paper chasing, money rakin’, and you know i don’t miss (what)
think you gravely been mistaken, i ain’t running from sh*t (boom)
and if you make me, ima blatantly, ima go steal yo b*tch (huh, blrrahhh)
we aim them rockets, ain’t no pockets really able to fit
straight on the block, i milly rock, i do the dance, do the hit (what, gang)
i’m like barack i’m obama anybody who gon trip (bop)
i’m in the stocks, them deals i lock, i still am sending the blitz (blrahhhh)
don’t call the cops, we get them glocks and get to poppin’ and sh*t (poppin and sh*t)
and when i drop, these haters flock, i get to poppin again (yeah, what)
call me the rock, she on my johnson, sl*t ya mom out again
diors i bought, i had to stomp on all these b*tchеs in trend (bop)

match the socks (socks)
f*ck ya i servеd a rock (a rock)
p*ssy or chicken like c*ck (p*ssy)
paralyzed his spine, left him in shock (blrahhh)
pieces of sh*t it ain’t adding up (gang)
i had too much wok i grabbed a cup (sip)
i’m in this headsp*ce i’m still stuck (sh*t)
i had brothers i still felt loved (on god)
rip juice
rockstar in his prime, they still said who
making bread so i can serve all the food (yeah)
p*ssy boy on sum loose the cattitude (p*ssy)
girl why you leaving thought i was mad at you (uh huh)
i’m kicking his sh*t no dojo (bop)
flippin’ the switch on go mode (switch)
talking to that girl it’s that dumb wh0re (f*ck)
where i’m from it gets hot round 4 (glrahh)
i’m standing business for sure (haha)
i stay on the low
that lil b*tch she loco (yuh yuh)
can’t take no girl to hoco (f*ck school)
i only f*ck with her on the low low (gang)
she don’t even know know (what)
she a ho*ho like santa (yeah)
smoking his elves in atlanta (man what, huh)
no bandana
shootin’ my shot no camera (what)
pouring a line in my sprite no fanta (sip)

you see, they hating, steady hating, already know what it is
paper chasing, money rakin’, and you know i don’t miss (what)
think you gravely been mistaken, i ain’t running from sh*t (boom)
and if you make me, ima blatantly, ima go steal your b*tch (boom, blrahhh)
we aim them rockets, ain’t no pockets really able to fit
straight on the block, i milly rock, i do the dance, do the hit (what, gang)
i’m like barack i’m obama anybody who gon’ trip
i’m in the stocks, them deals i lock, i still am sending the blitz (blrahhh)
don’t call the cops, we get the glocks and get to poppin’ and sh*t (poppin and sh*t)
and when i drop, these haters flock, i get to poppin’ again (again)
call me the rock, she ate my johnson, sl*t your mom out again
diors i bought, i had to stomp on all these b*tches in trend (boom)

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