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shook back - whogangdee lyrics

[intro]
(bj on one)
yeah (skolo)
(d*roc)
yeah, this skully, n*gga
mm
yeah, i’m just, i’m just tryna— you know?
tell ’em how— how they did me and what was done to me, you heard me?

[chorus]
i finally shook back from that ho
man, that b*tch, she did me bad
i was passin’ out my money and they still had put me last
skully, pocket full of blues (yeah), only time they take ’em fast
how the f*ck i’m ‘posed to cope with that? i fed my uncle glass
i put that fire on sh*t in public, it got ’em askin’ how i last
hittin’ my glock outside the window, now i pay my aunt for gas
they hear my ar in front your mama
once you fall, they hit the dash
p*ssy*b*tch, you spoke on cain? we left his partner in thе past

[verse 1]
they see me poppin’ in front the camеra, now they on me like a rash
dumb b*tch, she on my trail
she left my side, i’m in my mask
bullet flyin’ through the car, hollows rippin’ all through the glass
i was down on my d*ck, pistol told me for to flash
blue faces in my pocket, that’s when people take me fast
man, them people laughed bad, i ain’t have money for no gas
i don’t trust the b*tch at all, i can’t show her where my stash
i first seen i’m on my d*ck once i start playin’ steve nash
i got this zip like my cousin
that draco aim and it’s bustin’
b*tch, i’m too weak for that tusslin’
b*tch, we got guns, like we russian (yeah)
you in front that house, then we rushin’
i remember times i was nothin’
i set my iron with a b*tton
we in front the drive and we thuggin’
[chorus]
i finally shook back from that ho
man, that b*tch, she did me bad
i was passin’ out my money and they still had put me last
skully, pocket full of blues (yeah), only time they take ’em fast
how the f*ck i’m ‘posed to cope with that? i fed my uncle glass
i put that fire on sh*t in public, it got ’em askin’ how i last
hittin’ my glock outside the window, now i pay my aunt for gas
they hear my ar in front your mama
once you fall, they hit the dash
p*ssy*b*tch, you spoke on cain? we left his partner in the past

[verse 2]
“he sold his uncle dope?”
p*ssy*b*tch, you play with me, i bet i make you choke
i make my eyes split for me, mone check out my growth
lil’ one, he the one that gives my cousin them slots off this boat
that b*tch was dead once it started, they must gave him coke
they leave him lyin’ on the ground, b*tch, we leave him worse
i had that dumb b*tch with me, with my glock in her purse
i leave a p*ssy n*gga dead, then i rep in my verse
skully, so slimy, i’m on that timin’, get you slumped at a church
i send my aunt gas money, get you popped like a perc’
them hoes ain’t bumpin’ my songs, they don’t feel it, dee, work
speak on lil top, i get you gone, that’s just how it work
i’m finally done with this lil’ b*tch, i had chains on my shirt
[chorus]
i finally shook back from that ho
man, that b*tch, she did me bad
i was passin’ out my money and they still had put me last
skully, pocket full of blues (yeah), only time they take ’em fast
how the f*ck i’m ‘posed to cope with that? i fed my uncle glass
i put that fire on sh*t in public, it got ’em askin’ how i last
hittin’ my glock outside the window, now i pay my aunt for gas
they hear my ar in front your mama
once you fall, they hit the dash
p*ssy*b*tch, you spoke on cain? we left his partner in the past

- whogangdee lyrics

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