| Guns, we don’t need your funds
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| to the ones
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| with hums
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| If you don’t get none, nigga, you dumb
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| Scavanging for crumbs
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| See, you wanna live life like a bum
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| Nigga, fuck is you from?
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| I come in with the polls
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| Straight through your nose
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| Hanging with all my roags
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| See me, they roag
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| I can’t get in with these clothes
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| Get stopped at the front door
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| Go ahead, niggas wanna be hoes
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| Nigga, don’t play my flows
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| Imma wait outside your club
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| Liquor and drugs
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| Tryna get me a little bit of love
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| From a hoe who go so low to the floor, then go get a little grub
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| At the bar we chug
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| house jump
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| Mushrooms, don’t you try them, from the Midwest side
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| Go high
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| No matter how hard you try
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| My enomies they die
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| So you better forget your pride
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| If you don’t wanna die
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| Who ever said Tech N9na was lies
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| Put your hands to the side
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| Quiet
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We quick to stick your bitch
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| Shoot the shit
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| The westside is getting lit
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| Shoot the shit
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| Going up at 6
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| Shoot the shit
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| Your girl going on my dick
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| I’m from the place where you surve feends
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| Got me fucking your girlfriend, let’s begin
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| The homies are insaine
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| Pop off with no shame
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| But Bear’s not one to play, but they had no name
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| Juan bring the ice, bout to fuck up the world
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| Hit your girl maybe twice, come rock my world
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| Selling beats, make a grand
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| Play to
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| Got my dick in your hand
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| Cause you know I’m the man
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| That’s how we do on the Midwest, motherfucker, don’t test
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| Leave you a bloody mess
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| Should’ve worn my vest
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| Life with no stress
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| Living my dreams
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| Statis of a baller, now you wanna join the team
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| You haters got no skill
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| Never had a deal
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| Homie, just keep it real
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| You ain’t got no skill
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| So stop with the games you playing
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| Take your life, this the king, we hot like flames
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| Motherfucker!
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We quick to stick your bitch
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| Shoot the shit
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| The westside is getting lit
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| Shoot the shit
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| Going up at 6
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| Shoot the shit
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| Your girl going on my dick
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| Green, Roag Dog green
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| Hustling in my nature, getting paper by any means
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| Gradguated on tripple beams
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| If you got the cream
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| Come at us like feends
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| Roll the bean on our team
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| After partys gettin hoes
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| Who roll with more
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| Living life, bitches coming out of they clothes
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| For the camera, they pose
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| Hoes wanna be stars
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| Bounce that ass like a ball
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| Make it do it, hoe
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| Silants 'm all,
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| Listen to that bullshit, I’d rather listen to us
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| Knowin that you can’t compare
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| Who said it? |
| Nigga, Bear
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| Except the facts, but you really don’t wanna go there
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| Have you hollaring like hoes
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| Friction knows
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| See you running to your trunk, but I stop you with the 44
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| Had to let the gat bust, your ass getting fucked
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| Nigga, we shoot the shit, and your shit is shot up, nigga
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We killers, we sin
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| Shoot the shit
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| We quick to stick your bitch
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| Shoot the shit
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| The westside is getting lit
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| Shoot the shit
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| Going up at 6
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| Shoot the shit
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| Your girl going on my dick |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot Tha Shit, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Celcius, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп