| Yea, yea, yea
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| Weezy baby y’all, don’t get shot
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| Rappin' fire, what you know about it
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| I brought my homie along for the ride
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| He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel
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| (Robin Thicke)
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| I heard some shouts like «Down on the floor»
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| Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
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| I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
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| Shotgun watches door, got security good
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| Jumped right over counter
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| Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
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| I’m your shooter, shooter, shooter
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| My hands up, my hands up
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| They want me with my hands up
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| Oh, shooter (2x)
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| (Lil Wayne)
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| I think they want me to surrender
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| But no, I can’t do it (2x)
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| So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
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| But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
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| Bang! |
| Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
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| I’ma play x-ray, helpin' y’all see the fake
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| I’m just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
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| Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
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| They got a whole lot to say but I don’t listen
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| Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
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| (Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne))
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| With all these riches and, all these riches
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| But ain’t no loaners around
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| They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
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| Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
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| Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter
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| Put my hands up
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| They want me with my hands up
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| They want me with my hands up
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| Oh, shooter
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| (Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke))
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| But I’m not
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| I just cry mama, I think they, hey
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| Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)
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| And to the radio stations, I’m tired o' being patient
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| Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
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| Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
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| It’s outrageous, you don’t know how sick you make us
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| I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
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| But this is Southern face it
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| If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics
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| (Robin Thicke)
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| Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
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| Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
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| He said «Bitch is gonna get it», everybody gon regret it
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| I’m your, shooter
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| My hands up, my hands up
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| They want me with my hands up
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| Oh, Shooter (2x)
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| (Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke))
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| Me won’t surrender, me no pretender
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| Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y’all
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| I reload, every hundred yards I’m comin' forward
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| Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
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| Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
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| Way past par, for, I’m some shit you never saw
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| I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
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| And then they ask who when where how
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| And, my reply was simply pow!
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| Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
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| (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) (2x)
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| No, me won’t surrender, no, no
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| I promise no surrender
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| I got my burner
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| And I’m your shooter |