Lyrics:
n*ggas been hoes
Summertime shootouts leave pussy n*ggas cold
Street n*ggas goals Stacked all winter,
Born a have not but I’mma die winner
Diary
wanna' pet you
.40 With a dick that's how my momma' made me
If I slide then they dyin' I don't get in shootouts
If I slide to your crib it's better if you
Gelato in my hand, scope for a scene.
Street vendin' cannolis, shouts routine,
Shootouts hit headlines, war all unseen.
[Bridge]
In the old churches,
pissed, in a mood now
Dark windows, wit' the tints, it's a shootout
I take that shit, I can't have enough
I get the bread, I add it up
I get the bread,
runnin it up while u runnin in place
Ain't nun like a LA function
Facebook party's was jumpin
Can't lie it was always sumn
Shootouts Niggas beefin
standin down
Going full shootout
Got hit with lead on my last breath
Yo to all the guys i killed
I loved you with my full chest fr
Not even gonna lie
Adreninety daydreams, Adreninety daydreams
Ah, daydreams, Ah daydreams
Drops of sweat from the soldier before the shootout
The worlds load on his shoulder, he
When our army walks through mud and sand
Starts a shootout without good end
We even killed the innocent
Will we ever find an end?
Is this the life we've
to the Doctrine
But I come to you Lord as an offering
Cause I know I'll never be forgotten
Cause I know he protects and he got me
But we got people having shootouts
Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
we matching
From the back she like it deep
Yeah my bitch she nasty
We in a shootout with some suits on
Me and my gang we classy
Black VVS diamonds ashy
I lost my kousin Bubba to a gun
And I ain't do the most
I lost my uncle Deiwan to a shootout
He ain't have his pole
I lost my brudda isaac
To some
the world cup like Messi
Music dey make me happy
Shootout to The Embassy
We just keep making magic
They don dey make me shinning
Win the grammy like Wizkid
on that in real life
These niggas don't pour a deuce in the sprite or bang in them shootouts at night
These niggas nice they just carry a pole in real life
a shootout with my kids, uh
She just had a shootout with my motherfucking semen
You done fucked around and brought the motherfucking hood out me
You done
A shootout I don't know what you Bout
Niggas do anything for the clout
You ain't never had a drought
I'm in traffic got to make my route Never let them know
Shootout the WanWan
Moi j'suis blindé de cartes man
Sors moi tes cartes man
C'est l'heure du duel man
Tu sais que Maitre Dragon crache du feu
Clipse where we grind at
Twill cotton double-knees
Get low behind the Chevy Celebrity
Can't help but smile in a shootout
Handsy with my homegirl
Her man
and Serena Williams
Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace
(And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I
Out of respect, M-O-double-be top shit
But logic, why'all niggaz know why'all can't fuck wit
From past incidents, shootouts, and fist battles
thoda
Aur feelings hai too loud
Phir bhi tu bacha
Toh sedha phir shootout
Airship motorways
The cops in shiny black armor
All ready for the big shootout
Children face down
Beaten to the bone
Crawling on the ground
Can't regain
it can get ugly don't push me
I'm the youngest I grew up right under it
I'm a descendant of shootouts and smugglin
Robbery violence hand to hand
Made it back home with
The whole thing takedown
When I was getting it off of breakdowns
I been in shootouts with the opps
Fed raids and shakedowns
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