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crying to the room - shootergang kony lyrics

[kony verse 1]
i’m the star you wish upon
not the ones we sittin one
i’m missin all my n**** gone but you gone need a different song
scared of what my n**** on
know he seen the vision wrong
ain’t no way to get along cuz they the ones we gettin on
i would never trust a hoe, might be able to love her tho
i might wanna touch her throat, get it she can touch her toes

[lil bean verse:]
do this for my n**** gone, gotta keep ‘em livin on
one of my main n**** say he drillin till he 54
young n**** worth a quarter cash, they think i’m sellin dope
and i still breeze through my hood, just to give em hopе
woke up in new york on differеnt time, i’m on a different coast
i can’t say i’m rich until i bring my n**** wit me tho
i thought i was gone make it on that court but that ain’t what she wrote
ain’t no throwback picture when you see me this a different loaf
my n**** tell me i don’t post enough, but i don’t really boast
n**** make it seem they really that, but they be really broke

[lil pete chorus:]
flooded out the cuban links
since i got money i start feelin like they usin me
wanna go back, i’m reminiscing how it used to be
i love my n**** ain’t no question they gone shoot for me
i feel a lack of motivation probably ruined me
give you my eyes, the bottom line i wanted you to see
loyalty tied in a knot like a shoestring
i needed push cuz i was sittin on that mood swing
yeah, crying to the room
[kony verse 2:]
we gone paint the room wit this
tell ya momma google it
you ain’t sendin shots, on many blocks i let that ruger spit
you know i’m true to this
that fully switch they think a uzi spit
yeah you got a bag but what you do wit it?
tryna put my n**** on, they be really trippin tho
layin up wit different hoes, lookin for some different smoke
outta state now i ain’t doin sh*t until we get a pole
used to love designer, crazy certain sh*t be gettin old
remember all them days we used to wish for this?
can’t miss wit this, sh*t if i do i’ll probably hit his b*tch
this paper different i told baby go and blow me kiss
won’t see me slippin if i fall you bet not make a diss
i need him hit

- shootergang kony lyrics

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