Lyrics:
That scent is killing me
How long can I resist?
Damn, you can
Turn my
Turn my
Body into a firearm
Turn my
Turn my
Body into a firearm
Turn my
Turn my
[Chorus]
I'm really in the streets with it
Firearm on me, fell asleep with it
I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'ma keep winning
They don't reciprocate
really in the streets with it
Firearm on me, fell asleep with it
I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'ma keep winning
And how we sippin', kept it love
All I want for Christmas is a couple niggas missin' (huh?)
A big ol' bag of firearms and plenty ammunition (ba-ba-ba-baow)
All I want for Christmas is
Real firepower....."
"we felt the women had been ignored ... they'd been kept ignorant
And, uh, afraid of firearms, when they're no more difficult
still talking shit
Hold ya thoughts dog I’ll be right back
Firearm firearm firearm
Firearm firearm firearm
Ya bittie on my dick
She said you pillow talk
heavy?
Protesting's' now deadly
Riot squads with they firearms.
We're being done wrong
come on
When the revolution starts,
You supposed to be you be
to open up his live performance
Right Now
Its hot im sweating
At attention when i step in
The tone i set it
Freak hoes in my section
Firearms weapons
for blood
Walking around with firearms
One in the back and one in the front
Shooters, ready
Snipers, ready
If you're coming for trouble, we coming war
Don't leave the house without your firearm,
Don't get the rope unless you get the charm,
Pick my own pounds right up out the farm,
This is Westfield
Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef
Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got 'nuff firearms
But I still do up bare hands
We got spinner's and dotty's
We got 40's and MAC's
We got 'nuff
looking back at you nigga
Don't mind you looking 'cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll
Young niggs got hit with da firearm
Bad thang he had his fire on em
Smoked his boots he need a fire alarm
I ah put his fire out like a fire marshall
So let's start it hard, we don't need no firearms
'Cause we got a real fire in our iron hearts
Welcome to a crossover of all sorts of sword owners
Wreckless so wreckless
Firearms protect us
Wake and bake with kushy for the breakfast
Might pull up in Lexus
Fresh and clean in boots i got from
drilled in my skull that I want you.
I'm falling down deeper.
Please, keep my secret.
Tortures and firearms
Make you shine as you've never shined.
I
(Ay K you got some to play?)
I been moving in the dark
Always shooting for the stars
Make a bowl Lucky Charms
I don't use no firearms
I ain't got
country
Help me out
Help me out
Help me out
Help me out
Out
Out
Out
Out
Out
Out
Out
Woooo
Boom goes the firework
Boom goes the firearm
We watch on land
keep me a firearm
Fatality, like I'm Goro, I got side arms
I'ma keep a tool, I'ma keep me a firearm
Fatality, like I'm Goro, I got side arms
I'ma come
alone I brought my firearm
Demons on 'em, got them demons on, 'em tryna fight 'em off
People on us, think them people on us, with you, right or wrong?
vaginal cavity
Gun thrusting back and forth, in and out
Fucked with a firearm
Fucked with a firearm
Fucked with a firearm
Fucked with a firearm
I know you
You can
Tell that nigga see me I ain't talking bout no eye exam
Put em in a box cause EDD a firearm In hand
Set it up don't understand
From
Ring the alarm rap niggas better ring the alarm
Selling bombs like my name was Saddam
I got the leg right in my firearm
Three rings on me just like
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