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But I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my
Mama said "it ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range
Just cause practice makes
as a shooting target
With offers that got me up
In these offices often
Boo yaa, who ya? No one
I've done situated myself, i ain't lying
Be sure to be friend cause
McQueen twirling his
Scarf over his head up in the VIP box
"He’s great, " Arnault said after the show
Giving a thumbs-up
Sign and heading to West’s
mil', another nigga sick
I got nothing but hard dick
For your bitch to lick
I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw
Bricks of raw i'm out in the drought
I make
make no excuses
Play with me boy that AK we be shooting
You pussy protecting, I'm paper pursuin'
Somewhere in the A, I'm hangin' with Booke
Doin' my
Then shoot my bitch and buy orange juice and grits
Oozie clip I need another oozie clip
I shoot to kill these pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for
another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her
Well I aim that banger
Nigga find out then I put his ass in a box on timeout
For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out
You was talking all that shit
the night
I'm getting ready to burn, I'm getting ready to fly
I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill
Hey, would I tell you a lie
We'll be slamming
up in a duffel, we dap them up then we bust 'em
I brought my flip flops in fights 'cause I'm shooting, I'm never scuffin'
When it's murder come
She left the pool on me
Don't trust niggas, so I got a few homies
Yeah, pull up, start shooting
Yeah, don't let a fuck nigga bother you
If he do then
All alone
On the floor
Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress
The door
Is ajar
From afar
You can hear bands practicing
And when they
Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three
get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin
to make our break,
so we shimmied our locks and we knocked up a box
and we rode the thing down the waterway,
Now the Derwent twists and the Derwent slides,
Call this chapter shooting stars
That must sound good from where you are
Sayonara
Adios, auf wiedersehen, farewell
Adieu, good night, guten abend
Here's
I don't want to be your party doll
All flaked out in Tinsel Town
With a circus mouth shooting all directions
And TV ads that sell erections
'cause we hated Crips, my nigga
Shooting out of six treys and shit, my nigga
He was slipping so we sprayed his six, my nigga
I done seen some brazy
did, would it knew it was the cops
Talk all on the phone, 'till your homie about the block
You got me all in the box, thought you was my niggy
You got
I don't want to be your party doll
All flaked out in Tinsel Town
With a circus mouth shooting all directions
And TV ads that sell erections
guns, shooting 'em
Playing skelly plus balls, we be routing em
Hop Scotch, High-waters, Pops gave us quarters
Rock candy, Miss Terry with the cute
feet
And how you're just so sweet
You've got me falling
Like a shooting star
And you've got all my friends
Saying wah ah oh ohh
When I see you smile
I
left feet
And how you're just so sweet
You got me falling
Like a shooting star
And you've got all my friends
Sayin whoa oh oh ohh
When I see you
A pair of new shoes with matching laces
A permanent box at the cheap set races
A porcelain tub with boiling water
A Saturday night with the mayors
you have the heart to see a nigga
Before you bust? My name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go
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