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• Artiste: ABK JT
• Titre: Shhh
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Shh, shh, shh, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on My mama proud of the man that I am Taxin' these niggas just like Uncle Sam Got in the booth and I found Me a Sound If she gon’ leave, I won't trip, give a damn I ran a rack to the motherfuckin' ceiling One of the ones I'ma stand on the business I got some money, this shit it feel different Kids runnin' up and they ask for pictures Bitches be hatin', tryna blemish my image Fuckin' hеr good, she gon' feel when I'm in it Keep it on P, I can't speak on thе business Heater on me, so hell nawl , I ain't trippin' Ice out my heart, so this shit it feel different I got a chrome heart Tee, And I got a pole on me These niggas talkin' that drill shit Niggas ain't road on me When I jumped in this shit, I knew it would be different I cut off if she speak on the business Freaky lil' bitch, she gon' show me her titties I'm on the phone recording with different bitches I know this lifestyle would be different I pray that bro them beat every case Cause they on the block just like everyday And they stack it up just like everyday Derez de'shon they took the harder way Ball tomorrow , I'ma ball today, yeah, whatever I make Shh, shh, shh, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on I got on three rings, three hoes I treat her good, might paint the bitch toes Niggas can't walk in my shoe, they gon' fold Niggas be bitchin', they breakin' the code Now for the moment, I’ll ball when I’m old Trick if I like it if not, then I'm gone All of my opps, they get rolled up Sippin’ on lean up, never sober Put the gas in the air, smell the odor Hop out the car, And walk down And stand over him Yea’ I don’t know nun bout Peezy But all of my brothers, they tryna do overkill Niggas opps don't come over here In the back of the car with the gas and the Pole in here That's your bitch, why she over here? And yeah, I'm so locked in with gang, hope they know it real Pffffffff, that how the switch sound, nigga Come through, make them get down, nigga Yeah, she love when I fuck her Niggas be rats, Master Splinter All of that sneak Dissin, that these niggas be doin' We catchin' em’ and eatin' for Dinner Yeah, yeah Shh, shh, shh, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on Yeah, come on, shh, shh, yeah, come on