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lirik lagu shimmy aye (prod. rza) – 6ho$t aka sj noon day

shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
gimme the mic so i can take ’em away
i spit the sickest sh-t, i get certificates for k!llin’ sh-t
we ain’t concealing sh-t, we roll up and then we empty clips
she gargling j-zz, she hollering quit
next week she called back just cus she wanted some d-ck
she swallow my kids, n-gg- she honor my d-ck
“oh god, he spits bars?” now she all over my sh-t
got stacks of cash, count it, doin’ the math
got my name up on a plaque like i’m just conquering sh-t
i get these dollars, chase this money
n-gg- try and take it from me
leave him slumped, be looking dumb
cus all his b-tch -ss homies running

wait.. wait..

so you thought this kid couldn’t spit?
i rock hard as metal, shock ’em, static
leave ’em bruised as sh-t
who you think be wild’n out
stabbing sh-t and shooting kids
these n-gg-s try and test me?
really told you that i do this sh-t
a couple of savages inducing max damage
truck flannels and camo, i ain’t even on your planet
bro, we dangerous. pop molly doper than the angel dust
f-ck with us, rock, prolly to see if n-gg-s can hang with us
i’m drunk as f-ck
tryna rap, sh-t prolly sucks
but i dont give a f-ck
i got a sixer and a loaded blunt
rap ballad, dirty b-st-rd, rap sh-t, i mastered
f-ck the packers, i’m a d-mn hazard to any f-ckin’ rapper

sigma six, sick sound, thump around, my stigma sick
limited edition, b-tches choke on this cracken d-ck
b-tches dig the sh-t i spit? i’m hollowing deeper
sh-t i’m deep as drake photos with quotes from christina
don’t make sense? prolly cus i ain’t got none
only hittin b-tches with monster chewbacca c-ck, son
this loch monster stop soon as some coffins drop shut
and shot all of your income product truck stops up

ahh..

i’m f-ckin awesome
sickest sh-t, spitting venom all over them bars
hoe, i’m carnage. red like the fire thats burning on your car
i’m a savage, blasting cannons at these n-gg-s like star wars
it’s hardcore, eating hot pockets as a course
took a dab and now i’m transforming right into a corpse
steady lighting sh-t up, leave the baggie on your porch
ring the doorbell, dip, swerve off in a porche
said thats hot sh-t, get got n-gg- i’m on top b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, floyd money in a mosh pit
higher than a g6 pilot in the c-ckpit
hot boxing, flying crooked, smoking crack rock
it’s silas james
sickest in the game
flow toxic, sh-t i’m like a f-ckin virus to these lames
catch ’em blowing they noses
to foes its dope sickness
cold, i’m like christmas
my presence is a gift
cus legit, his sentences and flows be so vicious
cus i’m the type of n-gg- to know they won’t get this
got a list of beats like, i just call that sh-t my hit list
spit a couple writtens, now my neck and wrist glistening
b-tches come around, ain’t got no match but try and hit this
and n-gg-s talking guns, but where i’m from they dont click sh-t

and when i’m f-ckin gone bro i promise they won’t miss this

said they won’t miss sh-t..

- 6hot aka sj noon day

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