WeShotYa

Clayton Samus & Speak * Track #2 On The Lonely Savage

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WeShotYa by Clayton Samus (Ft. Speak)

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Clayton SamusSpeak

WeShotYa Lyrics

[Verse 1] (Clayton Samus)
The posse rolling ugly off of Slauson
Looking gnarly, sipping purp and living ignorant
With mocha color bitches popping Mollie's
The piggies probably saw me couldn't give them Mr.Hanky
Nigga's Wilding in a Wesley Snipe's type of a color charger
I guess im fucking awesome you can say it twice, say it right
12:00 dwelling cause i always like to play at night
Riding round kine banging out the speakers
Based got these bitches shaking in they panties, trying to play with pipe
Smudging up my night, trying to get some cuddy
Hit the house for good 30 minutes till she scream she love me
Trying to hit a young function after snatching couple chicks
They play shy, but they showing that they like it roughly
Fuck it everything is moving slow anyway, we can chill
Ya'll can pop a pill, get you feeling right
Even though she met some world famous Nigga's Iller-type
Let me fill what them inner thighs is feeling like
DAMN!!!
Fuck it everything is moving slow anyway, we can chill
Ya'll can pop a pill, get you feeling right
Even though she met some world famous Nigga's Iller-type
Let me fill what them inner thighs is feeling like

[Verse 2] (SPEAK!)
I got like 600 suit's, i got like 12 pairs of boots
You know i run with weirdo's, them hoodlums scheamin in root
You know them artist's and killer's, we all like one of the same
Them groupies come and they go, well im just happy they came
Hi- I'm Murder Von Manson, Welcome to the family
Mexican Gold Caps fill they chest cavities
Root Canal If You Wanna Get Rotten
Them bitches get to jogging when you roll up in that Dotson
I show them that im hogging, I show them that im mobbing
With a couple jack-a-lanterns and a crew of Hobgoblins
No this ain't the funny papers, cartoon or comic strip
This type of shit to make yo daddy wish the condom rip
But if you talking bread still, run it like a treadmill
Negotiate the paper work and resurrect the dead deal
Shook the resume, hand me the dress-u-Mae
Pot Pies, Pop Lies i got the secret recipe
They keep asking what i got in my crock pot
A little product that's been known to make the block hot
What You Got?

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