| Bitch nigga, you a bitch nigga
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| I been through some real shit, now I’ma get rich nigga
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| I stay mothafuckin war ready
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| TSCR, Young Rockstars, stay heavy
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| All my niggas with me, they don’t hesitate
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| Dudes with triple beams, got niggas movin weight
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| Mothafuckas, all these mothafuckas
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| Fuck with my money nigga, you gonna discover
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| Brrat brat brat, oh! |
| Sit the fuck down
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| I got few killas with me and they don’t fuck around
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| I’ll be getting money, every fucking day
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| Stack money to the top, now watch me levitate
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| I got bank robbers, minions, you can’t stop us
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| Four niggas, they trap mobsters, four killas they pop choppers
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| Niggas that plot, we would never speak about how we drop em
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| Murderous, have you heard of us?
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| Nigga’s fake, I’m the Cerberus
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| Lord of this game, nigga fuck the fame
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| We want to claim the money
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| So we’re in the lane to gain
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| The Trap every day, the same thing
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| Now they can’t complain, I gave them Venom to maintain!
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| All my niggas they be flexin on you everyday
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| All these killers with me, smokin slow the prodigy
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| Young nigga shit, young young nigga shit
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| What my gun say, what my what my gun say?
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| All my niggas they be flexin on you everyday
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| All these killers with me, smokin strong the prodigy
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| Young nigga shit, young young nigga shit
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| What my gun say, what my what my gun say?
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| All my niggas guns go, gratata!
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| Bitch nigga, you still a bitch nigga
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| Fucked with the wrong hood, now he’s gone for good
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| Down in a ditch nigga
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| I better keep my mothafuckin mouth shut
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| Before I catch a charge, Rockstars, we’re living large
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| I hear them haters talkin, let em talk all day
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| While they cryin' I’ll be getting money every way
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| Flippin work, you can call me the broker
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| I get it out of state, down south my Georgia soldiers
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| Fuck with me!
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| We stay turnt, all my riders got work
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| Flexin on you everyday, TSCR on my shirt
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| So all my people who fuck with me
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| It’s time to throw your hands up and follow me!
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| All my niggas they be flexin on you everyday
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| All these killers with me, smokin slow the prodigy
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| Young nigga shit, young young nigga shit
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| What my gun say, what my what my gun say?
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| All my niggas they be flexin on you everyday
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| All these killers with me, smokin strong the prodigy
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| Young nigga shit, young young nigga shit
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| What my gun say, what my what my gun say? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Does the Gun Say? , by - Etienne Sin. Song from the album The Tactician, in the genre Пост-хардкор