paroles de chanson Shoot It Up - Lil Gotit
This
Perc
got
me
flowin',
but
to
you
make
you
blind
(you
global
now)
(Ooh,
Dilla)
Hoodbaby,
shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up
Hoodbaby,
shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up
(woo)
The
rollie
Febreze
I
need
a
bag,
lil'
key
A
playa
don't
tell
the
streets
You
try,
gon'
fuck
up
the
streets
The
water
on
my
neck
make
me
geesh
My
chop
got
somewhere
to
be
(my
chop)
Went
and
took
off
the
top
with
Lil
Keed
(the
top)
I
got
that
slime
disease
(okay,
let's
go)
I'm
with
some
bottom
boys,
they
from
outside
I'm
a
real
cutter,
boy,
I
keep
that
iron
The
bag
on
value,
it
look
like
a
dime
Fuck
my
ex,
she
full
of
lies
I
flex
on
that
bitch
every
motherfuckin'
time
See
all
ones
watch
'em
pop
out
the
side
Shoot
up
the
cars,
the
window,
no
tires
Send
that
boy
to
choke
it,
they
geeked
up
on
the
Wi-Fi
They
Bruce
Lee
choppin',
they
take
down
don
data
50
thousand
on
his
head,
them
a
whole
lot
of
dollars
Shank
him
down
myself,
I
promise
I
ain't
gotta
pay
a
rapper
Bags
out
Shawty
throw
that
ass,
now
she
tryna
come
up
and
cash
out
(hoodbaby)
Before
I
hit
the
club
I
tell
them
folks
I
need
my
bag
now
(respectfully)
Eight-ball
shootin'
out
the
Glock,
it's
like
a
cannon
(you
dig?)
And
that
VVS's,
baguettes,
yeah,
they
dancin'
The
rollie
Febreze
I
need
a
bag,
lil'
key
A
playa
don't
tell
the
streets
You
try,
gon'
fuck
up
the
streets
The
water
on
my
neck
make
me
geesh
My
chop
got
somewhere
to
be
(my
chop)
Went
and
took
off
the
top
with
Lil
Keed
(the
top)
I
got
that
slime
disease
(okay,
let's
go)
I'm
with
some
bottom
boys,
they
from
outside
I'm
a
real
cutter,
boy,
I
keep
that
iron
The
bag
on
value,
it
look
like
a
dime
Fuck
my
ex,
she
full
of
lies
I
flex
on
that
bitch
every
motherfuckin'
time
See
all
ones
watch
'em
pop
out
the
side
Shoot
up
the
cars,
the
window,
no
tires
Shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up
Shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up,
shoot
it
up
Yeah,
we
tossin'
up
on
Xans
Brought
three
felons
on
the
tour
bus
(on
Xans)
Lil'
bitch,
I
make
her
upset
when
I
Nut
on
her
face,
that's
a
touch
up
(yeah)
All
hundreds
on
the
left
and
fifties
On
the
right
and
I'm
doin'
my
lift
ups
My
side
bitch
bag
different
My
main
bitch
know
that
her
cash
different
223
sound
like
some
adlibs
(ah)
We
all
got
some
racks,
this
the
cash
year
(racks)
Her
bullet
gon'
dry
on
the
cash
here
Come
here
at
the
safe,
hide
to
stash
here
(stash)
Free
them
guys
out
the
chain,
the
drought
rare
Mama
say
I'm
a
headache,
Advil
You
play
on
my
hood
and
I
load
up
the
tit
bottle
The
rollie
Febreze
I
need
a
bag,
lil'
key
A
playa
don't
tell
the
streets
You
try,
gon'
fuck
up
the
streets
The
water
on
my
neck
make
me
geesh
My
chop
got
somewhere
to
be
(my
chop)
Went
and
took
off
the
top
with
Lil
Keed
(the
top)
I
got
that
slime
disease
I'm
with
some
bottom
boys,
they
from
outside
I'm
a
real
cutter,
boy,
I
keep
that
iron
The
bag
on
value,
it
look
like
a
dime
Fuck
my
ex,
she
full
of
lies
I
flex
on
that
bitch
every
motherfuckin'
time
See
all
ones
watch
'em
pop
out
the
side
Shoot
up
the
cars,
the
window,
no
tires
(rrrah)
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1 Live With 10fifty
2 Wok
3 Work Out (feat. Gunna)
4 Playa Chanel (feat. Young Thug)
5 Get N Dere Gang (feat. Lil Keed & Yak Gotti)
6 I'm So Hi
7 Burnt N Turnt (feat. NAV)
8 Toosie
9 Shoot It Up
10 Collages (feat. Millie Go Lightly)
11 Waptopia
12 Options
13 The Ones (feat. Lil Pj)
14 Grim Reaper
15 McNair
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