Correction Lyrics Face Shots* by Nardo Wick

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I ain't worryin' 'bout his Instagram, I'm tryna find his whereabouts
Wanna pull up where he stay and do some dirt so I can't say a lot
I told him not to diss and he did anyway ([?])
He must want face shots
He must want face shots

Face shot make a face drop, uh, uh
Let that chopper blow until the sound stop, uh, uh
Then I flip the clip and make the ground hot, uh, uh
If I'm on the floor that mean the ground hot, uh, uh
A1 shooters, top notch, uh, uh
Diamonds dancing, watch 'em Cha-Cha
She wanna touch my chain, I tell her "Ah ah"
If you reach for my chain the rock a bye-bye
Face shot like a dollar, uh
Momma say, "Son, you a problem"
I say, "No, momma I'm a solver"
Nardo Wick, the problem solver
Ah-ha-ha, they want me to chill
I ain't no thiеf but I keep steel
help like Dr. Phil
Face shot a n***a sobеr, f**k a pill

I ain't worryin' 'bout his Instagram, I'm tryna find his whereabouts
Wanna pull up where he stay and do some dirt so I can't say a lot
I told him not to diss and he did anyway
He must want face shots
He must want face shots
I ain't with that ra-ra, rather let this d**k go, ra-ra
Fa-fa-fa-fa, chopper singing 'til you nod off
Knock his head off, if he got dreads, knock his dreads off
Don't get scared now, you wanted smoke, it's in the air now
One glick, two glick, three glick, four
One hit, two hit, three hit, oh
What you live by, you die by, that motherf**kerin' sword
So you better choose wisely before you end up in the floor
What you live by, you die by, that motherf**kerin' sword
So you better choose wisely before you end up in the floor

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