| Big brr, brr
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| Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30
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| Yeah
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| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
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| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
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| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
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| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
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| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
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| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
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| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
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| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first
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| Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some
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| I go get free shit out the store, 'cause I’m fuckin' the clerk
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| He was talkin' gangster on the net 'til we found where he work
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| I can get you whacked for a lil' cash or a couple of percs
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| Took a nigga pole, «Sheisty, why you do that though?»
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| Ayy, I’m from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode
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| If you don’t deserve it or won’t shoot it, we gon' let 'em know
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| I’m tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let’s go
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| Thought we was gon' ride the SRT, I got that whole
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| We just threw a party on your block and didn’t even clean the guns
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| I’m smokin' exotic 'til the foul, I’ma burn my lung
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| I’m havin' choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop
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| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
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| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
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| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
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| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
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| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
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| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
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| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
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| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first
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| I’m in the field with choppers, you can’t come up on this turf
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| And I’m from Killbranch, we known for killin' killers first
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| A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf
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| I’m startin' to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert
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| I had a Glock 'fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me
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| Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me
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| Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me
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| Bitch talkin' 'bout matching energy, bitches be killin' me, let’s go
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| Dope comin' from where the Spurs play, I’m where the birds play
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| I just ran a but my third play
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| Reach for these VV’s, we let off shots right where the turns be
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| Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday
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| The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
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| This pussy not what he 'posed to be, 'cause his momma raised him
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| We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
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| You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
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| Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
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| My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
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| God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
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| Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon' scope it first
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| Brr brr brr… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neighbors , by - Pooh Shiesty. Song from the album Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп