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lirik lagu whose dat gun – dedric

[intro]
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[hook]
ah n*gga got popped and uh…
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
my n*gga open fire as we ride
n*gga tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
pull up on ya and slide
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
if you call and show up cops
n*gga tell me whose dat gun (gun)

[verse 1: dedric]
n*gga tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
tell me whose dat gun, n*gga (pow) (n*gga what?)
tell me whose dat gun (prawh)
got that motherf*ckin rod, trigga pulled
prauh prauh, grauh pulled my shark hoodie (hoodie)
she arguin kuz i f*cked another booty (bootyyy)
i don’t spend sh*t for her beauty
i just spent k’s on some cookies
on the fame my n*gga snoopy
still catchin that feelin when i first done open fruity
when i first done played some boojee bass, bass, bass (mmh*mmh)
hittin l!cks, gettin jewelry, n*gga
i lost access to ya p*ssy, uh (beyotch)
always been on duty, n*gga
uh i didn’t study (pro*producin’)
ain’t even watchin movies
kuz im livin harder than gomorra
daily order is a murder
lived with anger and disorder
since i knew bout trayvon martin
since my latins crossed the border
kuz i be that for a quarter
my white homie too, crime partner
but my circle still won’t get larger
heat switchin at the barber
slidin then orderin a burger
the pain was gettin sharper
my head knocked down a charger, n*gga
[hook]
ahhh
eheh,tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
ahhh
n*gga tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
ahhh
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
n*gga tell me whose dat gun

[verse 2]
ah n*gga got popped and uh
blood on my hands, get the hospital, f*ck the cops (f*ck em)
ah n*gga got popped and uh
n*ggas keep on shootin while our mighty mama cry
ah n*gga got popped and uh
ion wanna get out of this motherf*cker, but my n*gga i’m tryinna rise
my n*gga open fire as we ride
another case got my n*gga, catchin another way to die

snitches on fire, just saw*saw they might show the cops
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
f*ck up they lives like, these gangstas die
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
that gun is a glock, covered in a bl**dy flag
bompton my whole block, real n*ggas only on my back
we always get bl**dy, on my strap (piru)
ain’t wanna feed world cancer no more, on my mama (naw)
dont wanna see my n*ggas popped, n*gga on my mama (naw)
ain’t want it to get worse no more, (naw)
n*gga on my mama
n*ggas tryinna chase the bag but they get f*cked up with a baby mama
i’m in my block wit rounds, rollin around with a pack and my dawg
me and my n*ggas be ready to run with these sticks long as f*ck as my log
slangin on swaggin, on backends on rackeds
what you found out on the ground of my mansion beyotch
y’all listenin to a rhapsody
p*ssy and federales chasin while i’m movin with some racks on me

n*ggas early shootin on the roads and uh, choose the casket or the bars
r.i.p to my n*ggas under the dirt, they told me to not take this road
free my bruddas locked up
i don’t wanna get in there no more, i don’t wanna
drive by, make me throw out this gun and
see it on the ground, don’t ask no more, n*gga

[hook]
ah n*gga got popped up and uh..
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
my n*gga open fire as we ride
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
pull up on ya and slide
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
if you call and show up cops
n*gga tell em whose dat gun
ahhh
n*gga tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
ahhh
n*gga tell me whose dat gun, n*gga
ahhh
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
n*gga tell me whose dat gun
voice 001

- dedric

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