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shake em down - 1100 himself lyrics

[verse 1: 1100 himself]
n*gga see me out, “1100, is it really you?”
bape hoodie zipped to the top, i’m rey mysterio
walk in heirloom and they know me, they be like, “there he go”
i hate a dirty*ass broke n*gga and a scary ho
we got fns and four*nicks, sh*t, we carry those
cuz just made me an id and now i’m eddie jones
told my n*gga don’t pull his wap out ’til his fetty gone
i’m tryna translate to the plug, i need rosetta stone

[verse 2: lul te]
would smith me a n*gga, i don’t like the jakes (not at all)
he was runnin’, i kept shootin’, i just like to blow
we ain’t like that last skit ’cause we ain’t up the score (yeah, yeah)
ain’t worth the sucker n*ggas, man, get popped with your ho (blrrt)
if you add lul te with glock then we getting groovy (yeah)
bounce out on a sucker n*gga block, i’m tryna shoot a movie (my mama)
i just watched a n*gga nose, had him lookin’ stupid
i’m tryna hit his chest or his heart ’cause i don’t f*ck with cupid

[verse 3: baby brather]
young n*gga used to hoop, now i tote chops (i keep it on me)
it’s gon’ be a homicide if i catch an opp (bah, bah)
f*ck your separate, where that n*gga dead and he in the box (that n*gga dead)
told the b*tch i need some cheese or come and suck the c*ck
n*gga, or suck the whole tit (yeah)
i hate a b*tch shakin’ ass but never gettin’ green
and yeah, you hard on the ‘gram, but is you down to leave? (let me know)
walk down on a sucker, i’m tryna get his green
[verse 4: kuzi]
pull up to a sucker n*gga block, i know he see the beams
take a n*gga head and face off and leave him on the scene (yeah)
i just poured me up another four, i think that i’m a fiend (what?)
i’ll come to wipe his nose off if that n*gga sneeze
f*ck, i f*cked up, watch me bring it back
drakey on my lap a thot b*tch the way this b*tch clap
tryna hold a hundred, the way it kick, i’m makin’ titties slap
kuzi in this b*tch, it ain’t no cappin’, all i speak is facts

[verse 5: 1100 himself]
drac’ll knock a n*gga organs out and break up every bone
if they ain’t got no simply lemonade then i’ll slap a jone’s
used to post up at lids [?] ’til my pack was gone
blood came back from down south and now his exit gone

[verse 6: lul te]
kick a n*gga in his jaw, show him michael
show the scat to cut my side, better pray, read the bible (yeah)
we just threw a two glocks and two rifles
every time i beat a sucker n*gga ass, i need a title (on my mama)

[verse 7: baby brather]
bullet gang, .223, you better bow down (on the gang)
it’s all steppers in this b*tch, better look around (bah, bah, bah)
if a n*gga lookin’ funny, teejay gun him down
i’m a king in my city, i need a f*cking crown
[verse 8: kusi]
we hit your block and best believe, no, we don’t make a sound
n*gga, i ain’t come to conversate these four n*ggas that’s over a hundred*round
i could give a f*ck the b*tch bad, ain’t got no pape’ then she can’t come around
my n*ggas tweakin’ in this b*tch, when we slidin’, we gon’ shake him down (we gon’ shake him down)
b*tch

[outro]
ayy
bah, bah, bah

- 1100 himself lyrics

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