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Shedeur Sanders Video (MV)




Performed By: okgutta & Luvv Rell
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: DaRell Scholl, James Crawford




okgutta & Luvv Rell - Shedeur Sanders Lyrics




Told that nigga, "Get the f*ck up out the way"
Before I punch you in your motherf*cking face
Bitch, I'm a star, I don't got no time to waste
I take your bitch home and then I fornicate
I'm sipping wock, yeah, until I f*cking snore
Already know what's up, her panties on the floor
Bust down my wrist, yeah, I feel like I'm Shedeur
Bust down that bitch, yeah, until her legs are sore

Slap in my 30 round clip, tuck it in my drawers
Hotboxing the whip, yea, smoke fill up my pores
G 26, this baby Glock, walk down and abort him
Beat him with this Glock, I didn't send no shots to life support him
Walking round, suited up, who wan' get into it
On Codeine, slurring words, she said I sound stupid
She don't understand this shit I make, This gangster music
Beat you with this stick, I walk you down, with this tooly

Yeah, we finna f*ckin' blow you down, then we peelin'
Yeah, we slide and we don't make a sound, when we creepin'
Yeah, she like the way I put it down, yeah she freaky
By the pound, we blowing this shit down, yeah we geeking
I'm tweaking, like a snow cone, yeah I'm freezing
No that lil' hoe can't get saved, no matter how much she pleading
Roll up doja everyday, yeah, I love to touch the ceiling
I smoke indica or hybrid, it depend on how I'm feelin'
Woah, this lil' hoe she riding me slow
Woah, took a pill now I'm starting to float
Woah, bodies they hitting the floor
Woah, me and my niggas on go
Like a carousel, we spin on every block
Don't got ya stick? Guarantee you getting shot
Four steps ahead, bitch, all I do is plot
Got on my ravers everyday that's how I rock

Yuh, I can't stand up I'm leanin' off the wok
Trigger finger itching catch a nigga, hang em' make em' drop
Niggas sweet, I do stick-ups on em', it's a lollipop
Play around with my chicken, then its beef turn him to stock
Walking round with my extension on me, you tell by the way I walk
She just a nat, she not tryna f*ck my homie
I'm finna get the bitch blocked

Yea, I'm falling off, I'm smoking hybrid gas
Man its OTB I fell in love with bags
Knock you down, then I go home switch out the mag
I'm falling asleep while standing up, I'm drinking bad
Come around me smoking bullshit, that shit ass
Oh yea, as soon as I see him up this 50 on his ass
Oh yea, huh, I walk up on him, click clack
Yea, yea, snake him, snake him, snake him with the Mac
With the Kriss Vector, oh yea, I'll spazz
With a SPAS-12 on me, boy I'll send him back
Tryna smoke you down, where you at
Twin gen 2's, knock him back
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Told that nigga, "Get the f*ck up out the way"
Before I punch you in your motherf*cking face
Bitch, I'm a star, I don't got no time to waste
I take your bitch home and then I fornicate
I'm sipping wock, yeah, until I f*cking snore
Already know what's up, her panties on the floor
Bust down my wrist, yeah, I feel like I'm Shedeur
Bust down that bitch, yeah, until her legs are sore

Slap in my 30 round clip, tuck it in my drawers
Hotboxing the whip, yea, smoke fill up my pores
G 26, this baby Glock, walk down and abort him
Beat him with this Glock, I didn't send no shots to life support him
Walking round, suited up, who wan' get into it
On Codeine, slurring words, she said I sound stupid
She don't understand this shit I make, This gangster music
Beat you with this stick, I walk you down, with this tooly

Yeah, we finna f*ckin' blow you down, then we peelin'
Yeah, we slide and we don't make a sound, when we creepin'
Yeah, she like the way I put it down, yeah she freaky
By the pound, we blowing this shit down, yeah we geeking
I'm tweaking, like a snow cone, yeah I'm freezing
No that lil' hoe can't get saved, no matter how much she pleading
Roll up doja everyday, yeah, I love to touch the ceiling
I smoke indica or hybrid, it depend on how I'm feelin'
Woah, this lil' hoe she riding me slow
Woah, took a pill now I'm starting to float
Woah, bodies they hitting the floor
Woah, me and my niggas on go
Like a carousel, we spin on every block
Don't got ya stick? Guarantee you getting shot
Four steps ahead, bitch, all I do is plot
Got on my ravers everyday that's how I rock

Yuh, I can't stand up I'm leanin' off the wok
Trigger finger itching catch a nigga, hang em' make em' drop
Niggas sweet, I do stick-ups on em', it's a lollipop
Play around with my chicken, then its beef turn him to stock
Walking round with my extension on me, you tell by the way I walk
She just a nat, she not tryna f*ck my homie
I'm finna get the bitch blocked

Yea, I'm falling off, I'm smoking hybrid gas
Man its OTB I fell in love with bags
Knock you down, then I go home switch out the mag
I'm falling asleep while standing up, I'm drinking bad
Come around me smoking bullshit, that shit ass
Oh yea, as soon as I see him up this 50 on his ass
Oh yea, huh, I walk up on him, click clack
Yea, yea, snake him, snake him, snake him with the Mac
With the Kriss Vector, oh yea, I'll spazz
With a SPAS-12 on me, boy I'll send him back
Tryna smoke you down, where you at
Twin gen 2's, knock him back
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Writer: DaRell Scholl, James Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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