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night
Bad bitch wanna fuck all night
My shooter gon' clutch that gun, alright
Hop in that car like, alright
Fuck his thot like alright

Alright, yeah

shooters, my niggas, my team
My homies my ammo
The club be lit, this bitch
She think she boo
You talkin', I'm shootin', we trippin'
I got after two
Nigga go

You sharp shooter bad loser
You give nothing away
When you took all money it wasn't funny
We didn't get it for free

I'm gonna get back up on my feet

ballin' and movin'
It ain't hard to maneuver
Hundred thou' to my shooter
Don't call me after you do it
Four lawyers, they Jewish, one me
Four Cubans richard

I was a 2 and a Q boy
Now I make corn and stretch
I call the silent shooters they
Don't really talk they kweng
I swear it's all crazy when
Your whole

at twenty-five
More than music, don't confuse it
I'm surrounded by shooters, don't be stupid
This is real life, no illusion
I'm a problem, I'm a nuisance

I just

night, I've gotta handle mine
Girl can you lie, be my alibi?
Something's getting fried if my brudda slides
These young shooters love the hype
What's

You book me then you gotta
Book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder
It hold my juice
Ballin is

baby, let's go
Pull up do a show then I'm back on the road
Shooters on my team, yeah, my niggas on go
Choppa on my side and that bitch gon' blow
Kickin'

for the night sippin' Wockhardt
I don't know what to do with my life
Try me, yeah, see what I do with your life
Have some shooters on yo porch while
You

perfume
Make my own rules
No shooters but we shoot

Living like there ain’t more time
Bless it up more life
Going to fuck all night
Going to sip some like

quand j’te dis « bae » tu dead ça, tu dead ça, tu dead ça ah
Tu dead ça x3 ah

Je viens de le rallumer, je suis vers Rotter
S.K.I létale shooter
Elle

n*gga will nur so wird überlebt bitch (yes bitch!)

cityboy lauft uf de boxe vo mim shabab shooters hinter mir fühl mich wie toni montana ich han gseit

gå fri
Han er er komiker sanger shooter
Han ser ut som han duden ifra Scooter
Men han roper ikke "hallelooyah" men han roper
Say hello to my little

report to the dugout (link me)
Came back from the derby
Golden boots with the studs them rubout (worn)
Free bro was a shooter
He was 19 with a scoring

Toofan si tezi shooter mere talli
Machare one side kiski ni chali

раста
Я никогда не покину психопатов


Посмотри на вес
В этом клуб я как god, yes
Во дворе новый замес
Shooter работает за пресс
Испугался, ты балбес

I’m on that hookah smoke
Straight from the coal, straight cold
I ain’t talkin bars
Them local shooters straight with the pole
Straight for gold
No

si t’es rechercher par leGo
Pas de bullet proof j’ai quelques shooter sous le dos
Je vais tout prendre et ne rien rendre
Fu*k la police et on chante
Si

I be flossing out that trap
Shit, I be in the cut just like a shooter
30 diamonds on my wrist nigga, had me cooler
Why they hate on me? 'Cause
They

family at? (yeah)
, yeah (yeah) my shooter, he off a molly
Staring at a plant, yeah
(Oh, yeah) sliding with my goons (Goons)
Ballin' to the moon
I'm in

Running through the sticks with my shooter
Like a horror movie flick
Running, running, running, gunning
Gunning, gunning, tommy Wright shit
Fake niggas in

friends codeine and Benjamin
Shooter shoot ya shit back
Hit you right from his Benz
You know how I rock
Played her like an instrument
She was sucking dick

take your man out like I'm Rico
Pick up the metal, nigga, I'm Magneto
Shooters like GTA, think I'm Niko

Say you got heart 'til it's on the floor
I got