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I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

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ShooterGang Kony

Shoot Front The Reverend

 

Shoot Front The Reverend

(album: Second Hand Smoke - 2019)


[ShooterGang Kony:]
Arkitects
Hah, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Tell your bitch all I need is the blue strips
She wanna fade when she see me with my new bitch
I got a Glock, sink ships, not loose lips
Shooters in the club, throw a punch, get your booth hit, I'll do it
Got three guns, wonder which one I'm using
Blood left stains on my kicks, got me booling
Riding with that bag on me, money I'm pursuing
Tell me how I'm linking with a stick, Patrick Ewing (33)

Fourteen bad hoes all up in my section
I ain't even old enough, I still got chopper in possession
.40 got a body on it, I'm just tryna show progression
If they catch me at church, I'm gon' shoot front the reverend, nigga
If you riding with a snitch, then you telling, nigga
Kony, he look rich, but he will kill you for Margielas, nigga
Murder what I wrote, signed in blood 'fore I mail it, nigga
I smell bitch on the beat, I can smell you, nigga
Ayy ho, please stop, P, I need her out the way
Met her with my main, told her meet me in the Bay
Fifteen shots, pop riding with a K
Sit outside his mama house, we gon' leave him where he lay, nigga
Sixteen, bitch, swallow Perc' to the face
See this.40 on my waist for a nigga wanna hate
Send her on a date, she keep calling me her bae
I just tell her how it is, guess she never had an ape, nigga

[Sada Baby:]
Huh, I was sipping Henn', I was serving 'caine (No cap)
No cap, my favorite fiend was drinking Slurricane
I bet Kony learned the streets before he learned his name
I'm like Kobe with the heat, I'm shooting over Ace
Nigga shot at OMB with his eyes closed (Bitch)
I would've shot that pussy nigga with a blindfold
I would've jumped in front of Ken with my nine on
And thank him for the chance for me to get my slide on
Nigga, it ain't no questioning my G
B Eighth, Eastside, I'm the best in the D
When it come to checking niggas, putting bitches on they feet
Nigga talking 'bout he woke, bet the Drac' leave him sleep, huh
White boy don't disrespect the black man
Tell a lil' bitch I smack her with my backhand
Give 'em newspapers, traphouse the crack stand
Bitch, this ain't no crab oil when I say the bag in
I used to transport the bows in my pants leg
Baby baby used to suck the dick in front her best friend
I will shoot the chopstick in front the reverend
If a pussy nigga say he tryna block my blessing

[ShooterGang Kony:]
Tell your bitch all I need is the blue strips
She wanna fade when she see me with my new bitch
I got a Glock, sink ships, not loose lips
Shooters in the club, throw a punch, get your booth hit, I'll do it
Got three guns, wonder which one I'm using
Blood left stains on my kicks, got me booling
Riding with that bag on me, money I'm pursuing
Tell me how I'm linking with a stick, Patrick Ewing (33)

Fourteen bad hoes all up in my section
(I still, I still got chopper in my hands)
.40 got a body on it, I'm just tryna show progression
If they catch me at church, I'm gon' shoot front the reverend, nigga

done

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