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Clutch Shooter Lyrics - Artist : ShooterGang Kony
Ayy, quit pouting there's hoes in this whip
She give me 7 thousand I might with pose this bitch Ya nigga don't be growling he done froze with the stick Cold with shit like D Rose with this kit Scared to double back please we pros on the skit Ya ever seen a player shake the nigga out his hips A nigga main finna blow me to this We pour a 4 in a brisk Ima need my fix We get in any altercation, this 40 leave you bacon I barely fuck with niggas I'm the real Ronald Reagan [?] with this rocket I don't need a demonstration Runs for the opps so the suckas is what we blazing If a nigga fuck my bitch then she free'er than a mason Riding with this drake like my first name Nathan We the type to never make the charts cause we banging Got ya BM horny in the head like she satin She touch D you gone try and come an tackle Funk will get some numbers on ya head like a raffle Ask him where he from the nigga came off baffled Flew her to the castle made her bite me like an apple Baby this the macking of the year they just hassle Pull up off the dribble with a fully I don't travel Bitch kind of big rode her back with the saddle Ima real bull you a member of the cattle You could throw a pebble at a pimp but these pistols move mountains Pull out the dusse now I'm finna have her shouting Had to put my team on my back like Ray Allen The prison playing D they'll never quit the fouling Clutch shooter I can hit the jack while off balance Fail map every year I'm still money counting Niggas got some nerve tryna borrow a couple thousand Made her fly herself from Atlanta like a falcon Burnt ass bitch I barely know her And quit acting like you trapping when ya pussy for the low Running plays with empire Ima still send him home Told her we ain't fucking but she still called my phone Order bitch the shots but I'm still off the Rose Lil Kony in her ear like a pair of headphones Fans on my Insta I won't trip Ima pose Tryna throw a turtle at his neck like he cold She touch D you gone try and come an tackle Funk will get some numbers on ya head like a raffle Ask him where he from the nigga came off baffled Flew her to the castle make her bite me like an apple Baby this the macking of the year they just hassle Pull up off the dribble with a fully I don't travel Bitch kind of big rode her back with the saddle Ima real blood you a member of the cattle |
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