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You just D goods\n[01:30.17] We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up\n[01:32.78] Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper\n[01:35.31] You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes and I ain't even tripping\n[01:38.77] Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas\n[01:41.70] Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley\n[01:44.15] Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me\n[01:46.64] I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n[01:51.15] Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now?\n[01:56.77] I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n[02:02.07] I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now?\n[02:07.74] No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down\n[02:12.27] No sensitive niggas, I shot you down\n[02:18.07] No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down\n[02:23.49] No Hypebeast pussies, what you do now?\n[02:28.93] I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n[02:34.03] Your brain no have no conscious, don't make a sound\n[02:39.38] I came, I saw, I conquered, what you do now?\n[02:44.66] Your brain no have no conscious, what you do?\n[02:47.52] Don't make a sound, bitch\n[02:50.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shot You Down (Ft. 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You just D goods\n  We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up\n  Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper\n  You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes and I ain't even tripping\n  Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas\n  Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley\n  Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me\n\n  I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n  Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now?\n  I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n  I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now?\n  No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down\n  No sensitive niggas, I shot you down\n  No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down\n  No Hypebeast pussies, what you do now?\n\n  I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down\n  Your brain no have no conscious, don't make a sound\n  I came, I saw, I conquered, what you do now?\n  Your brain no have no conscious, what you do?\n  Don't make a sound, bitch\n"}]