Lyrics:
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
And you will be faithful
Uh huh uh huh
Yea
CHORUS
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun
When i rush
God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check (la la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
(Sha-la-la-la-la)
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
Wa-oh, many many many nights roll by
I sit alone at home and I cry over you
What can I do?
All the things we don't see
Who cares what they all mean
When you're a love machine
La-La-La
La-La-La
La-La
La-La-La
La-La-La
La-La
La-La-La
La-La-La
evil flock to me
Let's go
必要、自分自身のために
でも
By my lone, they throwing them stones then copping pleas
Hell no
(Hell yeah)
(Slimy)
Bad lil bitch she doming
down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker She taught her 4 sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker To hand them their guns
Ma Ma
Who i be gave my whole clip it’s sound
Who i be there’s no way that we go down
If you didn't know this gun can't be touched
If your gun ain't loaded
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
jacket
Good grades don't come with that package
Yes y'all I would love to match it
But names just make it harder to hack it by
(Jump, jump, jump,
(Sha-la-la-la-la)
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
Wa-oh, many many many nights go by
I sit alone at home and cry over you
What can I do, can't
(Sha-la-la-la-la)
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
Wa-oh, many many many nights go by
I sit alone at home and cry over you
What can I do, can't
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
I'm gonna make my way around this wall, I cannot change
They've got a gun against my head
I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
at sea
Ya lost to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine
Suck up all the sun rays and then outshine
Till I blind all eye sights all over
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
of you
Love you some L.A.L.I.S.A
You cannot see me, even though I show you all my ways
From Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat
Being
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