Lyrics:
Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's
Shed light now breakdown, liquidate God
Fucking grab the nickel plate
'Spencer: For Hire'
Tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
to the destiny of man
Gets ridiculous
A cheap gangster hires someone
To do his dirty work with a tommy gun
While the President just points at anyone
And says "I,
At home and I was going to hire some people
To come out and shoot it for me
But they wanted too much for that to happen
So I started researching
a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about
I used to be down on my ass and struggling for cash and telling myself to be patient
Now I be running through bands I get whatever I want when I walk
hire
Give us coin and we'll give you fire
Early birds bought down the wire
Singing all that you desire
Let's go, we're bards for hire
A little coin's all
grand
But I was damn close
Gun up in my hand and my pants
Make it sag low
With da soldier rag 'round my head
Like I'm Rambo
Watch for the drip
Oh yes
I want your taste on my tongue
Pink cotton candy wanna work for your love
Baby come and hire me I'm off all the drugs
Xanny white, it's paddy-cake I
Another one
Them must hear this one
E don do now
You must end this sars
Them fire gun
They don kill some
Them shoot at us
For our own country
Kilode gan
and funkmaster flex
Tony green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
Independent promotion, a couple
as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind you, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi
Gumshoe for hire at a daily rate
She asks me if I have a cigarette
Lowers the gun it's no longer a threat
She holds the barrel close against her heart
me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make
We got butter, we got butter
We got butter, we got butter
(The gun'll go)
We got butter, we got butter
(The gun'll go)
The gun'll go
Ayo,
the money counter get done
Bank money got paper cuts on my thumb (swear)
Takin' my little boy to school with a gun (ayy)
Sad that I got to walk around with
hire
Dire dire straights on fire
Many people are for hire
Kanye best hes the rest
Fly fishing in a jacuzzi
Twenty one pilots in my house
Dire dire
Ian seeking no deal
Phuck what ya heard Ian never gone retire
Back once again like I'm Michael Myers
Murdering rappers like a hit for hire
Leaving
a BB gun
Or an alley cat with room to run
Who could bring 'em down like they was out for hire
Yeah, he could pick 'em off like a bird on a wire
He
blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money,
blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money,
the pistol?)
From my bureau
(Did you fight him?)
Like a tiger
He had strength and she had none
And yet we both reached for the gun
Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, we
muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap on, other words if you're a Gunner
Roll up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a arsenal
'Cause
her shot ima fuck on her friend
Baby this RUNTZ ain't no regular weed
If You wanna smoke then you gotta pay me
Or go get regular nigga for free
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