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Qui peut l'faire t'es un triple zgueg,
J'te sers un tartare un triple steak, 
Shoot dans la tête pas bsoin de killstreak,
Avec nous même gars on est

Fa Fa, Fa Fa, Fa Fa, Fa Fa


Yeah, uh, Fa Fa is the sound it gon make it when I fucking shoot
This not hoop, ain't no basketball
But I fucking yeah
Hol

that bitch
Fuck with me and get washed like a dish, yeah
When you shoot your shot it's gon misss
When Im shooting mine, you hear swish, it's a big

rushin'

Shoot a three, like I'm Curry, I be clutchin
She like, fuck a relay, no cuffin
Girl feelin' insecure, no judgin
We gon' pull up to the spot, air it

plays in the pot it boiling I'm moving a different way
I got my bro my right
You know that he dogging yea he gon shoot you in the face
I gotta go get all

don't got no cases My bankroll protect me, my guap be my angel 
Got halos on top of my head every day though Shout out Xen Black, my boy shoot them angles

the flagrant
That's the ball and the free throws So I shoot my shot
Back in them DMs, she don't wanna see him He got the ball back, didn't hit the rim
She knows

diamond gold diggers
Shoot your shot 
No pressure
Everything hand trigger 
ct the ghetto opera class
South wood chipper
She put that thing down then pick it

everything for me
When I walk through the door she gon lay for me
I Only keep some hittas that's gon hold that thing for me
They gon shoot it If I say no

tryna get at her, I'm tryna get at ya, get active, so get me to shoot
My engine turned on, but back it up faggot, you not the one startin' the coupe

and her friend
Anytime I shoot my shot it barely hit the rim
I turn around and walk away it's like I know it's going in
If you see me out in public wit her

is you
Chill out goob don't need you to shoot
If he do leave you lookin see through
Bravo crazy too he got some fuckin strings loose
Gang gone crash

throw u a party,wtf u thinking
Heart so cold, don't fall for fiction
Standing my grounds No shoot and limping
Adjusting my sail
Fanfoolers thinking
They

beep'
Cuz, it makes you smile, and your smile,
Your smile, it makes me smile, it makes me smile
Fly away, fly away, shoot him down, but he won't fade
Fly

we the  like for the party
Was shoot or get shot, he got put in the Marley
I been feening to catch me a victim
Don't come to my V, we gon' flip him

gone like magic
I shoot up the viewing, yea shit getting tragic
These niggas they pussy they don't want no static
In love with the killings bitch I'm

Get Your Murder On

Young Buck

Buck the Law

just shoot it out now, we can do it all night
It don't matter, the 50 caliber gon' bite
Watch 'em scatter, the loud sound got 'em all fright
Get

Than a gun can shoot it
So if you try to battle me face-to-face
I'll bring your career to a
Stop quicker than anti-lock brakes
Look (look) inside

gone like magic
I shoot up the viewing, yea shit getting tragic
These niggas they pussy they don't want no static
In love with the killings bitch I'm

it's just me check my wrist work then look at my foot speed/ back in high school I use to shoot hooky I had a plug on the coke and some good weed/ If

they was too scared to go to war and shoot
So me and Rodge had to lace up our boots
And now that we won they all wanna salute
And we just look back like

post! 
I promise ya this vibe! So cold! 
You gonna have to google me baby! 
Like huh who did he say he was 
But you the prize fasho!! 
So ima shoot if I

the strap on me but go raw when I'm stroking 
Pull it out before I shoot it up no store runs in the morning 
I hop in the whip and peel out 
You thinking you

as a code for you


‏ M gonna shoot, it would through your head
‏ and i’ll  loot everything  you took

‏ Freeze! Don't move
‏ all  my talk is going in