Lyrics:
us half-blind.
It ain't no practice life.
We only get one shot.
And our love ain't through, hey.
It's all we've got.
And nobody goes around
out and play
And I got this F&N on me and
Got bullets for all y'all homies
And it got me feeling dangerous
All I got to do is aimin'
So I let them
Shot, shot (shot, shot)
Gun (gun, gun)
Shot, shot (shot, shot)
Gun (gun, gun)
Gun
You wouldn't mind taking time out (you wouldn't mind)
You got
shot the devil, now you ain't got no hope
You're gonna rot in heaven, hear an angel's voice
You're too bad for hell although it's your first choice
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
of fifteen years ago
And how he got the bay he rode
He said he killed a man in Ohio
First man he killed, first horse he stole
It was a long road for
I just shot my shot at this little thot (yeah)
I'm tryna crininack on her big gnat
My niggas sellin' crinack for the stinacks
And I got a big-big
night, Miss Riley let her dog out
And when the neighbours found him 'round
They put a gun down his mouth and shot him down
And he went: oooh wow, bow
.44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
Pull up in the whip looking fly it's the drip
All up in the club baby, baby don't trip
Pour another glass shot shots that's swish
Pour another glass
She goes down slow like a shot of gin
She got an angel's face and a devil's grin
She kinda stared me down as I looked her up
She said, "I'm your
me hard to handle
So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble
So before you go and turn me on
Be sure that you can turn me loose
'Cause I still got
my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot
Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot
But wouldn't tell me if what it is I've got
Cap and a stem, catch a wave on us (splish)
Take a shot, make a friend, just enjoy the moment
I'm Luke Skywalkin' on these haters (splish)
Celebrate
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night
Bubba ain't never been accused
Come and take a shot
Show me what you got
Come and take a shot
Show me what you got
Come and take a shot
Show me what you got
Come and take a shot
you on some thousand dollar sheets
I got Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of (A Milli') on you
Got me acting like you got a milli' on you
One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor
Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door
Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool
That worms got
She goes down slow like a shot of gin
She got an angel's face and a devil's grin
She kinda stared me down as I looked her up
She said, "I'm your
many people, save her daddy some money
Ooh, she got it all planned out
Yeah, I can see it all right now
I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide
spot, another day of monotony's
Gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only
ballin', Iverson on you (swish, ooh, ayy)
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah
Spendin', I'm
shot shot shot shot shot shot shot
GRATATATA
shot shot shot shot shot shot shot
GRATATATA
shot shot shot shot shot shot shot
GRATATATA
shot shot
rock this bar.
Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie."
"Ha oh ho, play something country."
"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country."
Yeah,
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