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Yeah, uh I swear (Doe Beezy) I swear (Doe Beezy), I swear, I swear I swear (Gang gang), I swear (Sizzle, sizzle) You know what the fuck goin' on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up on 'em, leave a couple of hundred shells there All my opps broke, they out here on welfare Shoot this bitch in broad day, he don't care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear One call and they gon' pull up over there with no care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air I swear, I swear (Oh really) He talk too much, please tell your mans slide (Let's go, let's go) Scorin' on the opps, we winnin' by a landslide (Fools) Flexin' all that fucking cash, that's gon' get your mans robbed (Pussy) Let you pray to Jesus, real demons pray to band God They be faking like we beefing but they don't be outside Shot him on the north of [?], on the southside I was southside, [?] this pistol, bitch, open your mouth wide You don't shoot no extensions, you want attention, you a clout guy (Fool) Them boys keep on calling my phone, they say they sprayin' on me Cross me, cut all your fingers off so you can't pray no more (Oh really) Letras de cancionesThem gang members let them bangers blow You said it's [?], say no more Pussy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up on 'em, leave a couple of hundred shells there All my opps broke, they out here on welfare (Fools) Shoot this bitch in broad day, he don't care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear One call and they gon' pull up over there with no care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air I swear, I swear (Oh really) On the court day, I would cap but I'm nowhere near a capper Play with me, then I'm going back to jail, I'm not no rapper Rose Avenue, I'm stamped up, bitch, I'm a factor I swear, I swear, I catch a opp in church, might shoot the pastor (Goddamn) Hundred thousand got these bitches wildin', she a dancer (Goddamn) Tryna make a movie for the gang, we'd cast her (Gang gang) Blame it on the liquor, if I was sober, I'd look past her (Doe Beezy) Terrorize the city, they glad I moved to Atlanta I swear, I swear, I swear I don't care (I don't) Those shells gon' hit his face, not the air Pulled up on my strip, you know they killed them there All these niggas pussies, soft as Build-A-Bear (Oh really) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up on 'em, leave a couple of hundred shells there All my opps broke, they out here on welfare (Fools) Shoot this bitch in broad day, he don't care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear One call and they gon' pull up over there with no care I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear We shoot at opps, we don't shoot in the air I swear, I swear (Oh really) From Letras Mania