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posted - shawnna lyrics

[intro]
posted, ah, maf-cka, posted, ah, maf-cka
posted, ah, maf-cka, posted, come on, yo

[verse one]
i ain’t that b-tch that’ll be in da club
with n-ggas acting like it’s sweet in da club
i’ll bust a maf-cka meat in da club
and b-tches steppin’ on my feet in da club
trying to see who they can freak in da club
a maf-cka wanna speak in da club
like a maf-ckareally knows me in da club
got my fitted on, chiefin’ on leaf in da club
look around, got to see who want p in da club
see them lame n-ggas sippin’ don p in da club
when you’re smellin’ ‘gnac, matter fact, we in da club
white tees and them air force, deep in da club
throwin’ up a sign, n-gga, what, street in da club
make your head nod cause my joint beat in da club
for them n-ggas that’d spend they whole week in da club
and the b-tches that’d be drunk and want to beef in da club
and them hatas that’ll see their blood leak in da club
you can’t breathe in da club, it’s called

[hook]
posted, post in the back, post in the front
posted up outside, smoking a blunt
post in the window, blowing the indo
post with my kinfolk, post in the cut
post in the back, post in the front
posted up outside, smoking a blunt
post in the window, blowing the indo
post with my kinfolk, post in the cut

[verse two]
yo, this n-gga said this sound like some old nore sh-t, yeah
i’m f-ckin’ wit dat nore sh-t!
i be that b-tch in the drop top aqua blue, gourmet
every n-gga finna swore they’re here
we on the block and i’m grinding jack with a fifty pack and some twenties
helicopters on them hot bentleys
ain’t got no time for these b-tches cause it’s over now
you ain’t leavin’ out in st-tches cause i’m sober now
hittin’ hot ninety seven with a hundred thou’, bring your main b-tch up in it
i’mma run her style, yeah i’m c-cky, thinkin’ i plan, well b-tch watch me
post in the game, my n-ggas on bricks got me put it on my kids
i did it for years, mami, send it to my n-ggas who doing their biz, papi
maf-cka better recognize some sh-t cause god d-mn
def jam shouldn’t of signed a b-tch, that’s why i’m

[hook] [x2]

[verse three]
when i’m posted in the hood, i’mma bang my sh-t
only real maf-ckas get to hang in the bricks’, this for –
all my thug maf-ckas keeping weight on them kedz, it’s called posted
n-gga , better act like you know the gutter, posted
n-ggas see the – and the peanut b-tter, posted
hoodie with the black bandanna under, posted
lookin’ through the back for the undercover, posted
even when i’m flipping the spots, see the cops on the next block
checkin’ my watch, couple of shorties in the parking lot, holding them rocks
it’s a hood thing, n-gga, getting blown to drop, we all posted
keep it true, never forget it, n-gga, post up
show them maf-ckas the business, i’m a post with my n-ggas
sipping remy and guinness
all my real maf-ckas in the game gon’ feel this
it’s called

[hook] [x2]

- shawnna lyrics

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