Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For The Love Of Guns, artist - Ms. SanchaDate of issue: 07.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For The Love Of Guns |
| I don’t give a fuck, bitch you betta run |
| I’m livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) |
| Put the safety off, bustin' till it’s done |
| I’m livin' for the love of guns |
| Imma stay unloaded clips, from the LPG |
| Imma gangsta bitch, not too many tricks can fuck with this |
| So think twice before you wanna start some shit |
| Roll a 6−4, gotta lotta dough, gotta sharper blow |
| Gotta 9 millimeter, got a clean .44, that’ll blast your ass |
| If you take the chance, Ms. Sancha needs cash |
| And she wants it fast |
| Give me all that you got homeboy |
| 'Cause this cuete that I got ain’t a toy |
| It packs nothin' but hot lead |
| Throw yo head, make one funny move |
| And your ass is dead |
| And yes it gets me off, when I hear the shots |
| It makes me cum when I feel it pop |
| Nothin' like the sound of my 9 or a Glock |
| Besides a down vato with a big held cock |
| I don’t give a fuck, bitch you betta run |
| I’m livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) |
| Put the safety off, bustin' till it’s done |
| I’m livin' for the love of guns |
| Sancho muthafucka, with a gangsta twist |
| I’m here to represent the south with a gangsta bitch |
| We double team the competition and don’t need the ammunition |
| So she can rock the cock, while I cock the Glock |
| Pop, pop drop your body 'cause it won’t stop |
| Drop another beat |
| Guaranteed to be hot |
| If you wanna chance to threat |
| Fuck up |
| And I’ll never hesitate to put a hole in your chest |
| You best run and hide, homie you won’t survive |
| I got Sancha and a niña puto, ready to ride |
| 'Cause we live up the gun, and can up the gun |
| We still ride it to the death homie, there’s no where to run |
| Low-Pro representing pitbulls on the loose |
| Fuck a truce, Sancho breaking all of the rules, fool |
| I don’t give a fuck, bitch you betta run |
| I’m livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) |
| Put the safety off, bustin' till it’s done |
| I’m livin' for the love of guns |
| , while I’m giving you head |
| Feria too, think I’m playin' fool? |
| I don’t give a fuck throw you in a blood pool |
| The sound of my gun make my pussy lips drool |
| It gets me wet, it makes me sweat |
| Let it go wild bitch, you won’t regret |
| 'Cause my gunshots flyin, and these sorry vatos always dying |
| So go ahead keep tryin' |
| Fuck you if you ain’t 619ing |
| Ain’t got no time, ain’t got nothin' else on my mind |
| Besides robbin suckers, who think that Sancha is their lover |
| I got a heart of glass, so give it up ese |
| Give me all your stash, 'cause I don’t want no love |
| I got enough motherfuckers that I wanna fuck |
| But right now makin' love to my gun |
| Bitch you betta run fast, hide, or duck |
| I don’t give a fuck, bitch you betta run |
| I’m livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) |
| Put the safety off, bustin' till it’s done |
| I’m livin' for the love of guns |
| I don’t give a fuck, bitch you betta run |
| I’m livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) |
| Put the safety off, bustin' till it’s done |
| I’m livin' for the love of guns |