| Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
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| Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (Fuck you)
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| You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
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| Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (What?)
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| I don’t want you on the bench, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (You
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| wouldn’t’ve been invited)
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| And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should've
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| let them lock your ass up)
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| You offered M’s not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
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| Now y’all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots
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| You shot a 5'10″ bitch with a .22
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| Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn’t pellets
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| A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
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| Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (He a bitch)
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| We all know the shit I could’ve came back with (Lil'-ass nigga)
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| He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
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| I told him, «You're not poppin', you just on the remix» (What's poppin'?)
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| Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
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| And we still ain’t got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
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| Any nigga on that nigga’s side is a clout chaser (Fuck y’all)
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| A bitch who he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
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| Imagine me, hahaha
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| Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy-ass niggas and you fuckin' goofy-ass
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| bitches
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| Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
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| Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
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| Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
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| And that go for you bitches too that’s tryna get picked
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| Talkin' shit, I’ll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
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| Ooh shit, it’s a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
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| They confused
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| They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
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| Who a snitch? |
| I ain’t never went to the police with no names
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| I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to
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| say, ayy
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| I be speakin' facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
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| They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
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| I was chose, I ain’t ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
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| Still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this Rolls
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| Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
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| I know you want the clout, so I ain’t sayin' y’all names
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| Oh, you out here ballin', huh? |
| Who you get that money from?
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| Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
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| I be so content 'cause I know I’m a real bitch
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| And anything I say, I’m never scared to repeat it
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| You’d think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
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| I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
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| Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
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| Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
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| I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
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| I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
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| Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin' fairytales
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| FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
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| Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
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| Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
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| Who you takin' shots at? |
| Shut up with your scary ass
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| No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
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| Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that
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| Next nigga send a shot, I’ma sent it right back (Ah)
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| Brrt, brrt
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| Brrt, haha
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| Ah
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| Should’ve let them lock your ass up
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| Pussy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shots Fired , by - Megan Thee Stallion. Song from the album Good News, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп