Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.H.O.O.T.E.R, artist - Papoose. Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
S.H.O.O.T.E.R |
| I’m a shooter |
| Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
| Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
| None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
| Do somethin' to us? |
| You’re talk go through us |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| I told you I’m a shooter |
| Three felonies is what they gave me (uhuh) |
| Predicate felon is what they named me (that's my rep) |
| They threw shots, them shits grazed me (uhuh) |
| I threw shots, it got crazy |
| Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head |
| I ain’t got no opps no more, they all dead |
| Brother you’re sick of shit, your boy fever |
| My life thrill, I belong in a dark driva (put me on it) |
| I can make you a believer (what) |
| Where’s love when you need it (fuck love) |
| You ever gave a dollar to a preacher? |
| Just to find out he’ll leave you |
| Hold up, I need a breather |
| I won’t believe me either |
| Hold up, I need a breather |
| I won’t believe me either |
| I’m a shooter |
| Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
| Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
| None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
| Do somethin' to us? |
| You’re talk go though us |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| I told you I’m a shooter |
| Me and constituents notice how much a bitch you is |
| We don’t care how rich you is, lit you is 'cause its frivolous to judge you by |
| residues |
| Just, makes it all ridiculous |
| We’re just tryna size up a casket that we could fit you in |
| Everybody got their own issues, no one is issue-less |
| But I’m a straight shooter, my missiles’ll fish you, dish you, bitch |
| Bussing shots at me and missing, that cancelled Christmas, prick |
| Burn you like a mistress with syphilis who promiscuous |
| And ball premises with envisions of dog images |
| New beginning, Papoose is penning the ball genesis |
| Smart lyricist from a country that roasts innocents |
| Daily depart ignorance, nigga, we arch nemesis |
| Ask if I got something to give you and I’ma give you this |
| Fully loaded clip in this pistol, you on the menu, bitch |
| Wanna hold somethin', you owe me 'cause I’ma lend you this |
| Pistol whip, continue to end you 'cause it’s continous |
| I’m a shooter |
| Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
| Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
| None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
| Do somethin' to us? |
| You’re talk go though us |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
| I told you I’m a shooter |