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80 shots - julian cannon lyrics

[intro: shootergang vj]
ayy, shooter
one g that says g
free lil’ stackz, geek and gang squeeze
free jumpshot, keep that (let the beat ride out, ju)
come on, ayy
talkin’ ’bout, n*gga, shoot
we got all kinds of sh*t
look, ayy

[chorus: shootergang vj]
we carry chopsticks, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no china man (bah, bah, bah)
i’m talkin’ dracs and baby as, got all kinds of slam
she only f*ck ’cause he got bands, she don’t like the man (she don’t like him)
couldn’t be me, no, i ain’t cheap, i just know i’m the man (i just know i’m the man)
i can’t chase a b*tch (no, i can’t chase), i’d rather chase a bag (i’d rather chase a bag)
i might break the b*tch (i might break the b*tch), i’d rather break the block (i’d rather break the block)
either way, i need some babies, still takin’ drops
madе like eighty bands (eighty bands), i been dropped likе eighty shots (eighty shots)

[verse: shootergang vj]
been in the field, need a medal for this sh*t (for this sh*t)
i might not never make it, i’m too ghetto for this sh*t (for this sh*t)
but i put that on my baby, she never settle for this sh*t (for this sh*t, no)
the last n*gga tried to play me, d*mn near left him on the sh*t
and, yeah (sh*t, and, yeah), i know that i’m too real for this sh*t
but i got too many n*ggas that got k!lled for this sh*t (too many n*ggas that got k!lled)
all this pain ain’t for nothin’, need a mill’ for this sh*t (i need a mill’ for this sh*t)
that’s why i’m rappin’, i can’t stop, i need a deal for this sh*t (i need a deal)
’cause it was nights when i was lonely (ayy, come on), i was hungry, couldn’t eat (i couldn’t eat)
i was on the homie floor broke (ayy), a n*gga couldn’t sleep (i couldn’t sleep)
i remember all this sh*t i used to say i couldn’t be (like, yeah, come on)
puttin’ limits on myself, now everything up in my reach (haha)
and i came a long way from bein’ fake boosie (faker)
like do a skit (do a skit), in the bay, the nay, the hood (in the nay, the hood, come on)
homie rock with gen5s (homie rock with), dracs and baby a fullies
let a n*gga try me, i swear i hate bullies, n*ggas dumb
every day you tryin’ different sh*t (you tryin’ different sh*t), that’s the quickest way to die (that’s the quickest way)
doin’ nothin’, kickin’ it
might not get the sh*t i’m sayin’ (ayy, this sh*t gon’ come), n*ggas just too ignorant (too ignorant)
the same n*ggas you would blow with when you broke (the same n*ggas that’ll blow), don’t give a sh*t (these n*ggas hoes)
[chorus: shootergang vj]
we carry chopsticks, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no china man (bah, bah, bah)
i’m talkin’ dracs and baby as, got all kinds of slam
she only f*ck ’cause he got bands, she don’t like the man (she don’t like him)
couldn’t be me, no, i ain’t cheap, i just know i’m the man (i just know i’m the man)
i can’t chase a b*tch (no, i can’t chase), i’d rather chase a bag (i’d rather chase a bag)
i might break the b*tch (i might break the b*tch), i’d rather break the block (i’d rather break the block)
either way, i need some babies, still takin’ drops
made like eighty bands (eighty bands), i been dropped like eighty shots (eighty shots)

- julian cannon lyrics

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