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lirik lagu who shot you – tata

[intro]
[?]
[?]
41 [?] b*tch
(major, that’s you?) ([?])
[?] boom, b*tch
[?] boom, b*tch
everything ah!

[chorus]
how you my opp’, n*gga? who did you shoot? (what the f*ck?)
[?] my brother, go dumb with that [?]
[?], i stay on my twitter
if i reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
i was thirteen, had the knocka in school
f*ck around and get lit like a fuse
stomach shot and watch his body ooze
put on the news since he feignin’ for views

[verse]
[?] in my hoodie, i feel like a reaper
and this 40 gon’ boom like a speaker
[?] boom, b*tch
he fast on his feet, we beat him out his sneakers
i’m on court, these n*ggas on the bleachers (what the f*ck?)
now i got more money than my teachers
[?] these bullets delete a n*gga
like a benadryl, brodie gon’ sleep ’em
n*ggas on the net throwin’ subliminals (what the f*ck?)
and they say they do sh*t that they didn’t do
n*ggas only be gangsters digital
f*ck all the talkin’, i’m tryna get rid of you
i be buggin’, ootin’ like a visual
on the net, they just wanna be visible
40 hit ’em and make ’em invisible (b*tch)
move the wrong way, [?]
big bro touch been tellin’ me to chill
but my demons just tell me go dumb
i don’t got emotions, i feel numb
and they think we a band ’cause all of us got drums
he tried to run, and he ran outta luck
i see [?] and i don’t give a f*ck
call me kobe, fourth quarter, i’m clutch
she doin’ it sloppy, won’t stop ’til i nut
how you say i’m a b*tch and got shot by one?
ayo, jenny, dump that gun
he want smoke then i can hit his lungs
and i’m really a demon, i do this for fun
i can’t beef with that boy, he a bum
[?] gettin’ daddy off rum
b*tch, [?] man, these n*ggas my sons
[?] opp’ and watch that n*gga run
i really go dummy, n*gga, got a thottie
i’m all in her tummy, n*gga, all of my opp’ are just broke
bummy n*ggas, call me prejudice
i do not f*ck with n*ggas like wassup with n*ggas?
i want money, n*gga, you f*ck with n*ggas?
done with n*ggas
oh, he say he don’t f*ck with n*ggas
i can’t wait ’til i run into a couple n*ggas
[chorus]
how you my opp’, n*gga? who did you shoot? (what the f*ck?)
[?] my brother, go dumb with that [?]
[?], i stay on my twitter
if i reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
i was thirteen, had the knocka in school
f*ck around and get lit like a fuse
stomach shot and watch his body ooze
he got put on the news since he feignin’ for views

[post*chorus]
i really put on for the w
you [?] if i say i don’t f*ck with you
not even fast, n*gga, how could i run from you?
[?] feelin’ comfortable
i really put on for the w
you [?] if i say i don’t f*ck with you
not even fast, n*gga, how could i run from you?
[?] feelin’ comfortable, b*tch

[outro]
b*tch
everything [?]
41 shots

- tata

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