| A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke
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| Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
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| We deliver beef right to yo front door
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| Might get to tweaking in this bitch
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| We make them people call the po po
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| I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit
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| We turn a opp into a logo
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| Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong
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| He cross that line I’m bussin'
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| I still be on that fuck shit, every nigga with me clutchin'
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| Bitch get down (Aye bitch get down)
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| We won’t do no fussin'
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| Dirty stick, clip hold a hunnid
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| I’ll give her dick and keep her cuming
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| He say it’s up we put him under
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| Extension clips, I got a bundle
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| Won’t go for shit, go ask my momma
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| We spin back to back like DJ Drama
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| Mag on the drake shaped like a coma
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| Forgot to mention, I got commas
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| He want a verse, then send a wire
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| He can get him whacked, I can get him hired
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| New opp pack, I’m getting higher
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| New Glock 10, I’m tryna use it
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| Big F&N, clip full of blue tips
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| Catch him down bad he a news clip
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| I get him popped for them blue strips
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| They tryna go live and get into it
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| I’m tryna slide and give it to him
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| I ain’t tryna go live with no nigga
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| I’m tryna slide on a nigga
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| A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke
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| Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
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| We deliver beef right to yo front door
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| Might get to tweaking in this bitch
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| We make them people call the po po
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| I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit
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| We turn a opp into a logo
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| Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong
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| He cross that line we slangin 'iron
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| I keep it tucked, I’m bangin' mine
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| We put him up like in the sky
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| His dick in the dirt like dandelion
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| Try ya luck, play with me get bucked, I stand on every line
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| We let off rounds and still get off them pounds, just like exercise
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| I keep a rod ain’t going fishin', I’m worldwide opps gotta listen
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| Walk down on the spot, Jehovah witness
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| I send a blitz, won’t send a mention
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| Throw back a perc, I go to itchin'
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| G23, the clip extended
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| We kill the beef and clear the business
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| Gang bitch
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| A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke
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| Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
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| We deliver beef right to yo front door
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| Might get to tweaking in this bitch
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| We make them people call the po po
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| I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit
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| We turn a opp into a logo
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| Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Smoke, artist - Stunna 4 Vegas. Album song Welcome To 4 Vegas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп