Lyrics:
Had the album of the year
N**** Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in the spot
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You
over my shoulders
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
Now, buck 'em all to hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that
Revolver, that Dillinger shit
And the AR-15 bending your six
We taking trips to Morocco just to tan
We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam
I was worth
'til his eyes is puff, despising us
I got hungry thugs that'll tie you up
And they ain't got a problem with, snub nose revolver shit
We hard to hit,
swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in
of the locs
Where it's all about dope and pistol smoke
I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver
Weed out, DP'd out, GC'd out
Oh, did you not know?
Snoop
over my shoulders
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
Now, buck 'em all to hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that
my shoulders
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
Now, buck 'em all to hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that
league boots
I'll get into my bulletproof suit
I'll get out my revolver that shoots
And rat-a-tat-tat-tat, down they'll go
Have you got any
me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go hoeing
Tote .30s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my Hummer, 24's Vellano's
Thumbing through that check
Steady buying them TECs and shit
I got
revolver, yeah
I dreamt I died and went to heaven and came back 'cause I got work in the morning, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Sleep tight, I daydream all night
Keep
give a fuck, I keep a revolver
If you got a problem, know I'ma solve 'em
Ain't heard 'bout me, then nigga, go search your browser
I was posted up
Biggest boss and I been the trillest
I'm a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex
Murder on my mind, it's time to pray to God
My revolver is
cock hammers
And split their bandanas, on niggaz with bad manners
You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me
Seven shot revolver, I'm taking
sent me is roll of a loco soul
But load a revolver, hold up
Now buck 'em all to hell 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bulletholes was too
Onde queres revólver, sou coqueiro
E onde queres dinheiro, sou paixão
Onde queres descanso, sou desejo
E onde sou só desejo, queres não
E onde
on her knees
I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter
Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster
My broads deserve
wood
Make her walk the muhfucking plank
Make her rob a muhfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver
a duel in the sun
On the stroke of high noon
A duel in the sun at the stroke of high noon
I took careful aim
With my trusty revolver
The clock in
revolver, sharpen up my knife
Some redneck messin' with me man, I'm bound to have his life
Down to Dallas, take my razor and my gun
Man, people there
and Gervaise running through to this final
obstacle.
(They approach a table with five revolvers laid out on it)
Now all they have to do here to win the title
for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice
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