Lyrics:
they wanna see me rap, feeling Twista in this bitch
Twenty thousand shots per-minute, motherfucker Imma hit
Every girl in the party wanna have me
Every
positions are made out there is no place to hide
The AC-47 send their flames from all the barrels
6000 shots per minute to make a hill all level
Magic
GUNS.
As you
Can see, this gun is really fast! (GUNS.) It fires a 9
Millimeter round at a rate of 1200 rounds per minute! (GUNS.) That's, like,
20
the lot to the rim shop
5 minutes just to pull your bitch
When I pull up in a sling shot
Hold on let me check my watch
I be ready in about five minutes
minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Feeling high (high)
Twenty-four/Seven
your bitch
When I pull up in a sling shot
Hold up let me check my watch
I be ready in 'bout five minutes
Chanel number five, bond number nine
Tryna
(Shot, shot, shot, shot)
(Shot, shot, shot, shot)
(Shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ey, COMPTE, diu així...
(Shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ugh...
Shot, shot
Give me one kiss from the start
One kiss per minute, turn me on
With just one kiss per minute
I'll be your girl
One kiss per minute, turn me on
With
high in a minute (in a minute)
I been countin' blue cheese, that's Benjis (that's Benjis)
And I ain't take no dubs in a minute (in a minute)
Been
I been gone a lil' minute, gone a lil' minute
Back for the sack, I been gone a lil' minute
Killin' that pussy, I'm crawlin', I'll in it
Tell me you
Can we talk for a minute? You gone either love me or this song when I finish
I get lost in the lyrics, I get flowin' like shots of patron when I feel
faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom, this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom, make you bust another shot from the glock
be inning
You gotta beginning to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Busters get
up, fucked up
We ain't been fucked up
In a minute
Can we have another shot
We ain't been fucked up
In a minute
Fucked up in a minute
We ain't been
Renew the stratosphere in plastic
Wonder out aloud, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin'
minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
revolutions per minute. Seventy seven developing nations. Seventy six trombones. Seventy five springs. Seventy four guns. Seventy three lunar eclipses. Seventy
minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Mhmm
This is 174 Beats Per Minute
It's just like sometimes
I don't know
Sometimes intros are nice
Sometimes it's just like alright can we get
a minute late
So Let them hate that what stands me out cause I cant relate
Otra vez
Taking shots pero never penetrate
Bitches call me dog well yah should
poi alla morte
La famiglia trova profanato
Quando cucino il barbecue
Mi manca sempre carne
Ma per fortuna faccio rap
Son pieno di carcasse
Tu spari
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