Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shotgun, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.02.2013
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
Shotgun |
| Getaway car, no road maps |
| Memory gone, no throwbacks |
| What if we leave never go back |
| Don’t think hard, don’t hold back |
| Let’s just go |
| Your two jobs, your landlord |
| Girl you ain’t gotta stand for this bullshit |
| Just hop in, middle fingers up |
| Let’s bounce we out in a new whip |
| You saying that I lost my mind |
| Trust me I’m feeling fine |
| Just thought about the best time |
| That I ever had is when we bumped and grind |
| Why not let it last for a lifetime |
| Blow tree 'til the sun go down |
| Beach side while we sipping on a Mai Tai |
| Let me get you one more round |
| Girl you ain’t no trophy wife |
| Why the fuck you want that life |
| You don’t want that hold me tight |
| You the pull you hair and choking type |
| I’m that man, you that girl |
| Do that dance that I like so much |
| I like your touch, you like my car |
| Then put your bags inside that trunk |
| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch |
| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket |
| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it |
| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes |
| 5'7, brunette |
| New life, no debt |
| Bright red, Corvette |
| Where the fuck shall we go next? |
| Clean slate with no past |
| We change cars in El Paso |
| Pass through as no mans |
| And now we build our own castle |
| Shotgun, shotgun, yeah she ridin' shotgun |
| Wreckin', Rolling light it up |
| And we flying high like Top Gun |
| She got guns in her Prada bag |
| And ain’t afraid to pop one |
| Fuck a bad she’s fucking bad |
| Y’all ever see a cop run? |
| Mexico Patron shots |
| Roleplay at the checkpoint |
| Drove through them road blocks |
| Man they gave us no choice |
| I tell her take the wheel |
| It’s getting way to real |
| She shooting 38's rocking heels |
| Skills |
| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch |
| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket |
| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it |
| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes |
| Hotels, hair dyed |
| It’s like a new girl every night |
| Fast life in paradise |
| We moving up to airlines |
| Hood chick ain’t seen shit |
| Now she on that G6 |
| Put her on that cruise ship |
| And see if she gets seasick |
| 3 kids, 2 dogs |
| Big house with that white fence |
| You the type of down broad |
| I’m tryna' spend my life with |
| Back then we were broke honey |
| Came up on that coke money |
| So funny how life works |
| Turn light work to more money |
| Go clean like dope fiends |
| In rehab we road kings |
| Nah, this ain’t a movie |
| We just living out our own scenes |
| You were down to ride |
| So I got you 'til I die |
| My shotgun, shotgun, always to my side |
| Let’s just go |
| Let’s just go |
| Let’s just go |
| Let’s just go |
| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch |
| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket |
| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it |
| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes |