45 Shots lyrics

by

William Shakespeare


Verse 1: Koby
Man Nick’s the Homie
On TV like Sony
Your girl tryna blow me
Eatin’ my di*k like bologna
I’m killin’ naggers no Kony
You think your better than show
You so far below me
And you haters so phony
Backstabbers like Judas
You act like your the coolest
But you know that you can’t fool us
These haters tryna shoot us
I bring peace like a Buddhist
‘round me your girl a Nudist
Your just the f*cking rudest
And my flows the f*cking smoothest
I’m d-low I’m cold blooded
Your girl’s pus*y man it’s flooded
Can’t get enough of it
Out of this world like Sputnik
Rap game you know I run it
4 1/2 Whites you gotta love it
I’m a baller on a budget
My lifestyle you gon’ judge it
I can slay this beat for hours
Your girls pus*y I devour
My di*k look like a tower
And my rhymes clean like a shower
My lines are sweet, your’s sour
You act tough you act cool when really your just a coward
I’ll be as big as Dwight Howard
While other rappers going downward
4 1/2 Whites we in power
You don’t want me to plow her
But that ship sailed like mayflower

Verse 2 Dylan
My n*gga Koby went in
We in the city of sin
My team goin’ for the win
Your girl, give me top
I said “Please don’t stop”
On the court, pass me the rock
My group white as chalk
You know all the haters flock
Stack this money, blocks
I do trap sh*t like mock
She’ll still suck my c*ck
Put it in her ass like a boat on the dock
'Thug Life' like Pac
When I pull up on your girl she wet as the ocean
On you girl I got the motion
These rhymes are smooth like lotion
These dudes beatin their meat
We better than code black athletes
We killing this beat
And all these n*ggas better take a seat

Verse 3 Lucas
Cute little Luke out here
Better yet call me Shakespeare
I've heard I have a way with words
Like one of them rap nerds
I got hate for talking white
I know it’s all in spite
I realize your all jealous
But this is for the fellas
Now listen to this, faggot
I’m taking a sip of this bragget
This [?] I’ll [?] it
Your girl suck my bread like a baguette
This beat, I won’t drag it
Insta your girl, you’ll flag it
Guess it’s a bad habit
But her, I inhabit
I’m fast as a rabbit
So never call me out again hoe
You have to admit this fuego
This verse I show
Now leave me alone and let me grown

Verse 4 Ben
Gang sh*t we in it
pus*y yea I go in it
Race to the finish
Uh, I’ma win it
I don’t mean to gloat
Wear pus*y like a coat
She like it in her throat
Got a yacht, call that Lil Boat
Shabbat Shalom motherf*ckers

Verse 5 Nick
4.5 Whites you get hit with a shot
Roll down our block and get hit with pop
After this drop go and cop me a yacht
We stirrin’ this pot and we never gon’ stop
b*tches on my di*k but I don’t f*ck with it
Don’t look her in the eyes when I hit it
When you cop sh*t it’s all rented
All my sh*t is authentic
Your girl’s pus*y I’m all in it
Pockets deep don’t fall in it
Parker’s mustang I stall in it
Princeton court I ball in it
Chains swinging like big rocks
Gold all in that Hugo watch
All this money I get lots
My crew fly like some astronauts
My 9 leave you with blood clots
Don’t leave me with my dark thoughts
Don’t get caught in the wrong spots
Or get hit with 45 shots

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