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Lord Linco - Shotta! Lyrics



Lord Linco - Shotta! Lyrics




Okay my 9 hold 10, thank you come again
These pigeons flock in cold winds, all my diamonds dance
I'm on the block I'm burning bridges, got no summer friends
I only choose to be this numb these days the dumber win

Lead diamonds hit, playing Simon Says
Dead Siamese twin, call me Michael-Prince
Linco want it all, Ijust got the sh*t
Hold up, sick 'em, wipe my paws

I'm on the court til the Sun go up b*tch I'm Rondo in 2K
I might extort you for all your funds b*tch I'm robbing you
And I've got new imports of this new-new shit b*tch I'm mobbing
Like Randy Orton I'll fold you up, choke you all up drop you
I'm a problem, yay yay

I told ya b*tch that I'm a shotta, said she needs me right beside her, yay yay
Drugs got me feeling like a toddler, future got a little odder yay yay
When I die please drink responsibly and drape me in designer, yay yay
Yay yay

I'm somewhere on an island staying solid
Baby I'm 'bout my profits
I'm crazy I need a doctor, just checked out and I'm still rocking
Hit a lick for funds and run it up
F*ck that b*tch she snitched don't want no love
Don't show no love to no hoe
I got my pistol with me just for fun
I up that shit, don't miss, don't give no f*ck
Don't show no love, b*tch I'm cold

I told ya b*tch that I'm a shotta, said she needs me right beside her, yay yay
Drugs got me feeling like a toddler, future got a little odder yay yay
When I die please drink responsibly and drape me in designer, yay yay

Yay yay, oh oh ohhh
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Okay my 9 hold 10, thank you come again
These pigeons flock in cold winds, all my diamonds dance
I'm on the block I'm burning bridges, got no summer friends
I only choose to be this numb these days the dumber win

Lead diamonds hit, playing Simon Says
Dead Siamese twin, call me Michael-Prince
Linco want it all, Ijust got the sh*t
Hold up, sick 'em, wipe my paws

I'm on the court til the Sun go up b*tch I'm Rondo in 2K
I might extort you for all your funds b*tch I'm robbing you
And I've got new imports of this new-new shit b*tch I'm mobbing
Like Randy Orton I'll fold you up, choke you all up drop you
I'm a problem, yay yay

I told ya b*tch that I'm a shotta, said she needs me right beside her, yay yay
Drugs got me feeling like a toddler, future got a little odder yay yay
When I die please drink responsibly and drape me in designer, yay yay
Yay yay

I'm somewhere on an island staying solid
Baby I'm 'bout my profits
I'm crazy I need a doctor, just checked out and I'm still rocking
Hit a lick for funds and run it up
F*ck that b*tch she snitched don't want no love
Don't show no love to no hoe
I got my pistol with me just for fun
I up that shit, don't miss, don't give no f*ck
Don't show no love, b*tch I'm cold

I told ya b*tch that I'm a shotta, said she needs me right beside her, yay yay
Drugs got me feeling like a toddler, future got a little odder yay yay
When I die please drink responsibly and drape me in designer, yay yay

Yay yay, oh oh ohhh
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