| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
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| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters
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| Hit his head with the cleaver
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| Drew Brees, throwing bullets, go long, play receiver
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| What you want with the reaper
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| Now you lay down, pray the Lord that he keep ya
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| Used to trap off the beeper
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| Backpack full of reefer, cracks in my sneakers
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| Mix the dope with the ether
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| Put your nose to the speakers, this for my geekers
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| Indicas and sativas, I blow that
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| Remove the wiper, you already snow that
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| Take my dick and put it right where her throat at
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| Last Thursday, now that pussy is a throwback
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| Point aim it, then I shoot it like a Kodak
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| Know I’m good any block they move the blow at
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| Catch me upstate, somewhere I gotta flow at
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| No packs, gave him six shots, told him hold that
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| Young Trayvon Martin with the Larkin
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| Looking for Zimmerman, drunk, ready to spark him
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| I’m heartless and my hood game is marvellous
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| Head shots leave him retarded, regardless
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| Look what you started, bullets will park him
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| Leave him laying there stiff like you starched him
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| Shots from the carbon, beg your pardon
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| Gotta feed the wolves, you know they starving
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| Oh Lord, ain’t tryna sell rocks but a nigga tryna get a new drop
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| Pray for us, if a nigga run up two shots from the brand new Glock
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| I know, fake niggas tryna lie know they really wanna see a nigga die
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| I swear if a nigga try me or the mob then you know I’m gon' ride
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| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
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| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters
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| I love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
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| They love that action, they gon' spray them Ruger’s
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| Shots scuba dive down to your Medulla
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| Extract his kidneys, stick 'em in the cooler
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| Worth a hunnit bands, ship em off to Cuba
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| She gave me brain, yeah the bitch a tutor
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| Then I fucked her friend cause the bitch was cuter
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| Just might give both hoes a scholarship
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| The way they gargle, might call it a swallowship
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| I give my niggas an order they gon' follow it
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| Spent the drug money and re-up'd on hollow tips
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| Dope supplier
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| Go straight to the top like coke on the pot on the fire
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| Trap messiah
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| Staying low from the Narcs that be wired, might sing like the choir
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| If he tell we in his mouth with the pliers
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| Cops pull up got the work in the tires
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| No shorts, the last niggas that tried us left his whole team on ice like they
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| the flyers
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| Can’t deny us, on the set I’ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias
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| Can’t deny us, on the set I’ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias
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| Oh Lord, ain’t tryna sell rocks but a nigga tryna get a new drop
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| Pray for us, if a nigga run up two shots from the brand new Glock
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| I know, fake niggas tryna lie know they really wanna see a nigga die
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| I swear if a nigga try me or the mob then you know I’m gon' ride
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| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
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| Love my shooters, love my shooters
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| Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love My Shooters, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Mafioso Psalms, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп