Lyrics:
Pistols close (Frrp, ayy)
Come here (Woah, ayy) , come here (yeah)
Woah (Ayy) , woah (Woah, ayy, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, ayy, woah) i keep
Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret
Was I havin' fun!
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Bust it like a pistol, bust it like a-
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it's a banger
If you thinkin', we can
Shawty wanna fuck on the weekend
Lil' mama
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret
Was I havin' fun!
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that pistol down.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret
Was I havin' fun!
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret, was I havin' fun
Until
Dirty pistol,Dirty Pistol,Dirty Pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol , Dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Is there a heaven for a baller?
Pistol to my head, every time I call her
Pistol to my head, they wonder if I'm Hellbound
Can't be worse than this,
Pistol packin'
Never slackin'
Bitch killa' killa'
Pistol, pistol packin'
Never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killa'
Killa'
Killa'
Killa'
Killa'
Killa'
boy, who you is better than? (Ayy)
Grippin' that pistol grip
Yo' bitch is submissin'
So I make her pistol grip (Ayy)
Murder and kill her jit's
I strike
Lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down.
Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
let’s go, yo
Ayy
I am the lyrical veteran
War-struck adrenaline
Pussy boy, who you is better than?
Grippin' that pistol grip
Yo' bitch is submissin' so I
Let's pray for the people that we just lost (yeah)
Goddammit! Say
Woo! Woah
Oh!
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my
Me and my pistol
And my pistol
And my pistol
Thuggin with my pistol
Me and my pistol
And my pistol
And my pistol
Thuggin with my pistol
Me and my
Pistol packin, never slackin bitch killa, killa
Pistol, pistol packin, never slackin bitch smackin killa, killa
Pistol packin, never slackin bitch
Max dunn him
Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced out
Riding with
будто jungle, дымит как winston
Нет, я не андер, я просто на низком
Детка - следак, говорит я убийца
Ведь в моих штанах обнаружила pistol
Pistol, pistol
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