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Shook Lyrics

HA!HA!
(See I love shit)

You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got damn Ho's here we go agin its time to let it go we to phone it in you bitches aint comfortable in their own skin
no how you try you could never be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it back to Quiet Storm
come without your firearm
4 blaze I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge
put them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or it
how yall bum bitches please!
up careers they pleaded
face it bitch ya done there (echo you there)
back you had ya run there
as far as the bitches gettin I'm number 1 here
yeah!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge ya goods in
like the Queen of Harlem its BK way
makin sure eat every day

(Verse 2)
make me put a hit out tikitack
these rappin' always out
put self in a sticky sitiuation and GET OUT!
ride or die if they my niggas then im with them
any rats we gonna kiss them like my nigga did Uh!

x2
Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge tuck ya in
niggas get shot locked wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run

(Verse 3)
Never thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass scared of jail
FED C.O.'s me head in my cell
makin my bid go recieve mail
back at my best, skin tight dress
Its Sharks in the water come git life vest
or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up
wipe a nigga out for every thing he laid up GIMME THAT!

Aint no Shook Hands in
cross that Bridge tuck ya in
get shot, stabbed up & get bucked (yeah!)
you bitches aint got a dollar, go get fucked
for your money, too much mileage is no good
I mean I around, but you fucked the WHOLE HOOD
you bitches still boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!)

Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
cross that Bridge tuck goods in
niggas get shot, locked wear I'm from,
stick ups turn to outs niggas you better run

(Verse 4)

Order for all you broads
Richy, Caulk (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my dogs until the indictment everbody aint stand tall, thats when the bullshit start and the team fell apart and you find out the bitches is the one's the heart HO ass niggas scared of a punk ass bid, still wind up gettin pocked thats what ya PUNK ASS get SNITCH!

Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn cross that bridge ya goods in
gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt, all you clowns lay around the way wit dem hope you aint around when them rounds get sprayed at them (BLAWW!) K-I-M its the way I am the way I you Ho's weren't bread this way BK! BK

(chorus)x2
Aint no Shook in Brooklyn
croos Bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you run!

Run! run! run!------------{fin}