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Burna Bandz - Shade Lyrics

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What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now nigga we paid
They gon' have a nigga white blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talking rackades, ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro eyes I see redrum in his face
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province, choppers out the state
Money on your head now we laughing to the bank
That nigga was lacking that's how he got spanked
Cro say that I'm trippin', spend racks on this drank, uh

Spend racks on this drank
They tell me to chill but nigga I can't
Last dollar I still gotta stick to the plan
If we can't you bent, we gon' get at your man, yeah
Was in the trap house count up bands
I hit the booth, was planning on a M
Cro on a case, he fighting a M (Murder, one)
Spend these racks 'cause we never had none
Got this ice on my wrist, made my hand numb
In the trap gotta keep my handgun, yeah-yeah
He a snake, end up like the last one
Cool anywhere they say we can't come
Probably tie a plug up for ransom
What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the fake?
Try the lifestyle still not catching fade
Shawty wanna fuck she know I'm getting cake
He just got hit up, he ain't get grazed

What's up with all the hate, what's up with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now nigga we paid
They gon' have a nigga white blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talking rackades, ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro eyes I see redrum in his face
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province, choppers out the state
Money on your head now we laughing to the bank
That nigga was lacking that's how he got spanked
Cro say that I'm trippin', spend racks on this drank, uh