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ass and make me stair at ya
So girl just pop it like my gun the semi automatic one
Pop pop pop pop that ass until you kill someone
Ay make me have

turns they're Ichabod
Blame the g the 747 that's where I'm from
Where Gs throw pitchforks at the sun
And tote a gun semi automatic weapons for protection

add it and subtract it, servin' drug addicts
It's a bad habit, but my gun fully automatic
Now I'm spitting raw flames like a mouthful of propane
I go

gun. its automatic
Want a war?
I dont think you want it
But you can have it

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die-
I want to watch you fall
Trigger finger itching

a witness
I'm in the cut, like stitches
All of my guns automatic, that's a whole lotta switches
I only love metal, fuck is a LA Fitness?
He doin' sit ups, get

you was saying about guns
Automatic assault rifle shooting out the lights
Whether you pro-choice or pro-life
Left right and center get your ass sprayed

the gun in the hand of the spare
With the kick so hard that you gotta be strong
It's so hotta'
You can barely hold on
So rock me, drop me, but you will

bitch my boo, but she already know I ain't fuckin' with you
Nah I meant, I ain't fuckin' with her, big gun on me, automatic, gon' squirt
Fucked around,

all the guns, got mac 10s no 11s
The opps saying they got FNs, I got automatic weapons
Despe, Despe, Desperados
Gun full of holos
I ain't never making

run the whole country
Dem coulda never trick me
We give it to dem fried like chicken outta Kentucky
Wah do dem bloodclat
Gun ever shot automatic
Mi kill

see di pussy dem a slip
Tell Gramma wul brakes
Jump out a di whip (y, y)
Bare shot ova wall man a flick
Neva stick, gun dem fully automatic (quick)

struggle
Don't care bout no pride they see you they ask way
You only love me cuz I had it
That won't last a day
We come from guns that's automatic
Hop

Automatic

Chris Whitley

CMJ New Music, Vol. 44

gun me down
I got no time to waste
I'm her intention bound

Automatic love is all I want
Automatic love is all I got

Newborn, you're such

funds
Plus I'm too true to run
Diplomatic
Never have to shoot the gun
Automatic
Odds is two to one
Awful tragic
That it's true to some
Got the magic
Too

I'm a king I drink from a chalice
The hood's where you 
Find big guns automatics
And yes, I used to chit 
Chat with the addicts
I stopped Cah I

Mafia so all the guns automatic
Droppin a deuce inna sprite
Know ima star I gleam thru the night
Keep me a knock I don't gotta fight
Run up a play in

automatic a gun or a car
You might escape me but you're on the chart
You might be a sky scraper touching the moon
But I'm the foundation of all of your wounds

with a gun that's automatic fun we gon burn him in his place
Baby eating good in the house you know we be eating soufflé
Wearing these glasses seeing

I love me a fan, a f- f- fanatic
A nigga about me, yeah that's fantastic
You know, I bust, I carry automatic
Not talking about a gun
On the hip that's

he folded like a napkin
This new gun automatic better think before you do that capping
Yeah this can get tragic mommas crying better quit the yapping

an automatic, not Paula Patton
But two guns, yeah, I thought about it
We caught a cab and like a rally
We drove it through the rain while my girl is in pain

Fuck them old spinners and
Them rusty shotguns
You know it's fresh semi automatic hand guns
You get me? We want it from the high power
The grand

go
Like a semi automatic at the gun show
You ain't even got to motherfucking even know
I'm about to let these ho ass n***** know
I got a whole half

acting like a addict (Like a addict)
She gave me her soul she could have it
The way I'm living all my guns automatic
RIP all my niggas I'm still feeling