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veteran's day - shootergang kony lyrics

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[verse 1]
up the bang i let it bang it probably change names
i’m cold as fan i hope the ice i got a d*mn chain
i’m really ganging
my slime got the same veins
if i go to prison the only way she’ll see a wedding ring
all fashion all caps tell a broke b*tch fall back
the homie cool with snitching what the f*ck do you call that
no commas with the kidding always in the hooker biding shot him in the chest and left his homie did a witness
don’t know how to cook but when i do i’m a chemist with it
i don’t go buy dennis i’m fasholy a menace
i bought a condom not to use i nut in fast and left the room we got choppa with extension
we got b*tches with em too got your hooker in my missions watch me get her like a clue
we don’t mob
don’t need a job
you selling yeeks i need a few body count was 2 i talked her out of daisy dou
if they start a fight i know which n*gga ima shoot

[chorus]
aye, slime hopping out with tecs
heard he had a vest but i be aiming for the neck
ain’t no conversation i’m the hardest out the west
we got extra going check
i blow the whistle for the refs
we got peaceful for the press
i keep a burner when i rest
i sell the candy for my mexican and tell me we up next
no ballet i’m a parker
do a sneaky quentin beck
so give me my respect it’s time to celebrate the vets
[chorus]
up the bang i let it bang on n*ggas jehovah witness how i let it ring on n*ggas
n*gga ain’t no conversation in this movie no one taught me how to roll but flee will smoke you like a dubie aye
using h*lla talks and we got h*lla proof the way i’m scoring they gon have to put me on the shoot
ask my baby mama she be mad cuz i got h*lla scoons
but if she acting like a hoe then ima send her too
slime, hopping out with big sh*t sneaky i got sl!ck d*ck do you wanna risk it n*gga i be tripping
ain’t no opposition in my kitchen i’m just tryna understand how all these n*ggas turned to b*tches
tell the truth with no relation passed a rock and mind your business in the streets for h*lla minutes seeing gangsters turn to witness
hop out wide a vehicle and drive and get to dipping
don’t wanna loose your beezy you should get her out my mentions

[chorus]
aye, slime hopping out with tecs
heard he had a vest but i be aiming for the neck
ain’t no conversation i’m the hardest out the west
we got extra going check
i blow the whistle for the refs
we got peaceful for the press
i keep a burner when i rest
i sell the candy for my mexican and tell me we up next
no ballet i’m a parker
do a sneaky quentin beck
so give me my respect it’s time to celebrate the vets

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