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Off The Dribble Lyrics - Artist : ShooterGang Kony
L-Finguz
Lil' nigga heavy metal machine, I'm the team Murder was the case in the scene, a slug fiend Bully niggas like I'm Preme, what's up Beans? Know it's only been a second, I keep thinking it's a dream I'ma wake up, you gon' be right here, this ain't fair, blood You ain't even see my chain, how it glare, blood Been a while since a nigga said a prayer, blood I'm a real nigga and real niggas is rare, blood Gang keeping it lit, you in the air, blood Standing at the viewing and all I could do is stare, blood If you hear me, I pray that you feeling better Fuck I look like just putting you on a sweater? The fuck I look like letting niggas say whatever? Fuck a homie, I will do you, and nina, you gon' let her GSR on me and glizzy came with a vetha Put a nigga brother on the Facebook header, ayy This the game, just the way that it goes It ain't no escape, you can never oppose Ali asked me why these niggas don't go, and I don't know You ain't slid, what you bang this for? You niggas hoes A homie die and niggas supposed to die, make it multiply I blame rap shit, that's what I decide I ain't posting niggas' music if you living a lie I'm the shooter, I can shoot while I drive, on God Pull up on the side of a sucker and let it spark Pissing on my hands while you laying in chalk Your big homie fed, shit, we can't even talk 'Cause niggas fake, boy missed, on God I bet you I'll be active when I'm rich, on God I bet you I could kill you without catching a high And ShooterGang a family so I gotta provide About mine, leave a nigga stopped at stop signs with Glock-9's Free Hundred Shots, free Mula, and free Vines And buddy, you a boy, blood, I got your spine Cover your back like I do Ali I'm just happy that you niggas breathe without a machine, on B's Pourin' out opps, I ain't kickin' no lean (Nah) Ham and cheese, bitch, you gotta play for my team When I'm hella geekin', Deray know what I mean And so do Sama, Jody flee him while he strapped with the beam Squeeze standin' in my corner, when I squeeze, he squeeze And Pathi, bitch, you know it's SSG And when it's bulletproof, a chopper shell won't breach You ask me, it's ShooterGang 'til a nigga deceased Off the dribble, bitch L-Finguz |
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