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Y a toujours un shooter dans l'coffre
Ta bitch veut des shooters d'alcool
Mon shooter veut un nouveau pistol
Mon shooter est chié, il va flush

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house
It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
It's some shooters

Four cars full of shooters just in case they try to follow me (huh?)
Keep them pistols in the party, we don't go by policies (we don't do that)
Ayy, we

shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me

You know what [?] me nigga, like you some ho while I be smoking weed
I dont know you nigga, you dont know me nigga

You don’t never know when I’ma do it
Pull up in the foreign with the shooter
Smoke like a hookah
Yeah a nigga blowing on the Buddha
Eating on noodles

uit
Molotov shit
Pistol whip
Je meisje is wet voor een shooter in d’r crip
Sexpistolen en we schieten niet mis
Sexpistolen en we schieten jouw bitch

molly world
I done hurled on my girl and my shell toes
Snuck up in the club with a pint and a elbow

I say my shooter holding my pistol as
I switch lanes

They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

on the shoes you see the wings on the car
Got a lot of clubs banging I can't hide I'm A star
300 on the tab and throw 400 on the bar
Mr. 5 foot 7 and I'm looking

blazing
I'm in the hood with a mac and it ain't raining
Two massive pistols I'm sporting
It's not the 1920s, but these great gats be roaring

I said I've

Simmons Philadelphia Cass', you was
(not the shooter)
Aye y'all know when a dog get neutered
Another word for that is "castrate"
How ironic, cause Philly,

I'm going to get to the bands
I'm in the field, you just sit on the bench
Me and my shooter we straight out the trench
Brother back in town, we back

this shit without ya, I'm the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon' shoot

Yea you know you know how this shit go
Obrothaa
You know how niggas give it up go to a club fuck shit up
Aye we pull up to a spot nigga yea we fuck

me)
Chopper gang until I die, and even after that, nigga
Hundred shooters at my show, I filled the club up with killers (brrt, brrt, brrt)
ABCGE,

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash

sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger
Keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, nigga, shoot something

Doing too much, standing too close
Talking

I’m goin Koola on Koola
Dick like a ruler
Pistol grip her hips
Yea dat my shooter
Head yea medulla
I’m like her tutor
Rub it in on her head and her

Backwood stuffed, runtz rolled up
Shooters on file, you know we can't be touched
Big dog status, don't wanna fuck wit us
Pistols in the club we light this

of the fight club
And my shooters callin' shots
Try me, get yo life took
Im hyped up
Piped Up
Yo bitch give me nice suck
Diamonds dancin'
Hit them folks
Bitch I

tenements
Surely a gangsta, don't test that, my shooters itchin'
Pistols with extendos essential by projects that we pitched at
We on the corners with Louis

Profit

Yelawolf

Next to Nothing

2014

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

I got my buddies on the corner
In the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer
Smoking that country stash
You

Hammer Dance

Slaughterhouse

Hammer Dance [Explicit Version]

where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But

money, fuckin' up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin' white boobies
Fuck the, fuck the police, these niggas