paroles de chanson Shotta Shit - Lil Loaded
All
my
opps
know
who
they
is
You
in
this
bitch,
lemme
talk
to
you,
fuck
nigga
Stand
up,
lemme
talk
to
you
nigga
(you
spazzin′)
(Noah,
why
you
do
that
shit?)
He
play,
I'ma
stop
this
shit
(lil′
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch,
yuh
It's
flake,
I'ma
drop
that
shit
(Lil′
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
He
play,
I′ma
stop
this
shit
(bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch
(Rra),
yuh
It's
flake,
I′ma
drop
that
shit
(now
what?)
What?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
(that
shotta)
We
fightin'
′bout
who
get
to
kill
'em,
I′m
slangin'
They
let
me
bang
him,
that
fuck
nigga
playin'
You
got
cash
out,
so
I′m
goin′
back
home
Drop
all
the
windows
with
Glocks
Your
shit
made
all
of
this
shit
stop
with
a
chop
Three
fingers,
but
still'll
clean
up
with
a
mop
Three
fingers,
but
still′ll
clean
up
with
a
mop
Ayy,
let's
get
it,
go
Bodies
start
droppin′,
we
uppin'
the
scope
Hit
you
for
brains
when
I
need
me
some
more
He
was
sleep
on
the
couch
but
got
left
on
the
floor
And
y′all
ain't
ride
'bout
it
(nope),
y′all
ain′t
slide
'bout
it
(nope)
So
y′all
ain't
hard
′bout
it
(nope),
stop
that
hard
talkin'
Stuff
on
the
neck
be
slippin′
When
bodies
start
droppin',
they
swear
that
we
trippin'
I
fuck
with
real
niggas,
can′t
fuck
with
no
bitches
You
hang
around
me,
then
this
Glock
had
me
standin′
Ain't
got
time
with
switchin′,
can't
fuck
with
no
fakes
Don′t
tell
me
you
slime
'cause
that
mean
you
a
snake
Chop
that
boy
up,
leave
his
ass
in
a
lake
They
tell
me
I′m
gas
and
I'm
revvin'
the
engine
Gimme
the
drop
and
I′m
plannin′
on
spendin'
He
play,
I′ma
stop
this
shit
(lil'
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch,
yuh
It′s
flake,
I'ma
drop
that
shit
(lil′
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
He
play,
I'ma
stop
this
shit
(bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch,
yuh
It's
flake,
I′ma
drop
that
shit
(now
what?)
What?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
(that
shotta)
These
is
the
shot,
no
dread
locks
For
a
bag,
yeah,
give
him
a
headshot
Bro
and
him
need
no
red
dot
All
I
do
is
give
my
dawg
the
head
know
Me
and
Yoshi,
we
young,
we
reckless
Come
through
and
scratch
him
and
leave
that
boy
messy
The
labels
be
like,
"Y′all
just
chill
on
the
killin'
shit"
Soon
as
we
leave
we
go
right
back
to
drillin′
shit
I
rap
what
I'm
livin′,
no
capathy
Twelve
let
me
stay
at
the
trapathy
I
know
that
these
niggas
be
mad
at
me
Now
that
I'm
up
they
tryna
come
after
me
(bitch)
I
can′t
stop
my
shine
for
him
I
can't
stop
my
grind
like
that
Bum
bitch
broke
my
heart
Can't
believe
she
waste
my
time
like
that
Now
she
lookin′
like
a
dumb
bitch
Suck
on
my
clip
while
she
chill
in
the
sun
She
just
might
get
flipped
if
my
dog
say
he
want
that
She
tryna′
fuck
the
gang,
she
tryna'
fuck
my
chain
She
tryna′
fuck
my
reign
She
want
the
fancy
trips
and
the
foreign
cars
and
the
boarded
plane
(lil'
bitch)
He
play,
I′ma
stop
this
shit
(lil'
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch,
yuh
It′s
flake,
I'ma
drop
that
shit
(lil'
bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
He
play,
I′ma
stop
this
shit
(bitch),
what?
A
whole
lotta
shots
in
this
bitch,
yuh
It′s
flake,
I'ma
drop
that
shit
(now
what?)
What?
A
whole
lotta
shotta
shit,
yuh
(that
shotta)
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