Shooter
Lil Wayne
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Yeah, yeah, yeah Weezy baby, y'all (yeah) Don't get shot Rapid fire, what you know about it? I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel Rob I heard some shouts like, "Down on the floor" (baow) Then even louder we got, "Shooters, shooter" (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (hello) Shotgun watches door, got security good (check) Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her (what you say?) I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter (haha, let's go) My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah, I think they) No, shooter (I think they want me to surrender) But no, no, no, I can't do it My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it (get 'em) So many doubt 'cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang, die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (ha) They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow With all these riches and, all these bitches (yeah) But ain't no loaners around (what you say? They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shooter My hands up (oh my, I think they) They want me with my hands up (I think they want me to surrender) Oh, shooter (clap, y'all) No, but I'm not I just cry mama, I think they, hey Me think they want me to surrender (shooter) And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers It's outrageous You don't know how sick you make us I want to throw up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah) Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes He said, "Bitch is gonna get it," everybody gon' regret it I'm your, shooter (brrrrt) My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah, yeah) Oh, shooter (I tried tell you what I am baby) Oh, shooter My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Sorry but me can't surrender, me won't surrender) Oh, shooter (me no pretender, no, yeah) Socks soakin' wet, I been runnin' y'all I reload, every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward Better know me, Lil Wayne, just call me Lord Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout, baby, win lose or draw, yeah And then they ask, "Who? When? Where? How?" And, my reply was simply pow! Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me with my hands up) I'm sayin' mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda (Shooter) No, me won't surrenda, no, no I promise no surrenda I got my burner And I'm your shooter
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Written by: Bobby Keyes, D'wayne Carter, James Gass, Robert Daniels, Robin A Thicke
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