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Styles P( David Styles )
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Shoot Niggas
Styles P Feat. Raw Buck Yeah, Fuck niggas Grease, what up? [Incomprehensible] I'm a expose these bitches You don't like me, say it
This ain't for the radio nor for the video This is for the nigga with his banga by his shitter hole Coming out the box, crazy beard, plus his shit is swole Ready to roll, no hoes guard gettin' amped up
Just lookin at his old scars Yeah, you know it's on, when a real nigga hatin' you No sleep, thinkin' bout the steal penetrating you He the type to break the blade on a finger
Fuck a cage when you know there's a cage up in you, what? Kinda hard to not go on a murder spree Paint niggas burgundy, put 'em in surgery Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency
SP is back, call a state of emergency Nigga, get the NGO's, shoot ya Ben and your rose Your men and your hoes, all of my foes All you smell is gun powder then a scent of a rose, what?
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas? But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Fuck all these niggas, let 'em die slow Pistol whip somethin', till you make there eye snow Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk 'em in his eyeball Let that nigga burn, for tryin' to run thru this firewall
New World Order, Raw Buck, SP Twin tech ninas leave ya wetter than a jet ski I'm the rawest rookie, find me where the vets be I gotta awkward offense but I got the best D
Greatest man alive, no I'm not EST Hoppin' out that nestle crunch, call me SE Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the phantom Whether we in a fuckin' hoop ride or a venom
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Real niggas to feel it, fake niggas to fear it I'll be with the real and I break fake niggas spirits All bow witness the truth, nigga, I got no remorse And I never been hesitant to shoot, nigga
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas? But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin' with, The gun is called dick, why don't ya go ahead and suck it, bitch? Everybody fly, actin' like a fuckin' bitch If you ask me then everybody a fuckin' trick
Let me ease up, these niggas ain't G'd up They more like E'd up, what should I read up? Shoot him in his face, while he rollin' his weed up You rap with security, you pussy
If you sell crack without authority, you pussy Nigga can't run a block 'cause them niggas will run over you Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you You ain't built for what you talking about
You unworthy, ought to get hawked in the mouth I got a white boyfriend that would of called you a poser Got a nigga in jail that would of made you his doja You a wack ass rapper, nigga, fuck it, it's over
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas? But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is I got a story to tell. If you don't know it, find out about it, bitch Nobody, eats no more
Hardest out, point blank period You don't believe me, send all them motherfuckas at once Yeah, wolf
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