| Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
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| Who’s that standing behind the trigger finger squinting at me
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| Looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
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| I ain’t never done nobody no wrong but me
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| Stolen from the wild and released into captivity
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| So when I’m near the public to long I act fidgety
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| Act liberties have to take my gat to Liberty
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| To stop that crazy bitch tryna snap my black dick off me
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| Conceived cos no one used the condom or the pill
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| But was welcomed with open arms like the statue that’s in Brazil
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| Mummy knew I’d be expensive so she nearly called me Bill
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| Daddy thought that the stress would kill him so he nearly called me Will
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| Weighing in at 7 pounds and 1 ounce this little miracle
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| Got given a name with way too many syllables
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| That made my registration in class a tad difficult
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| And anyone who did telesales a little miserable
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| Where my dark skin girls at and aboriginals
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| Where my light skinned girls at? |
| The whole of Liverpool
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| All I ever wanted to do was be individual
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| Says that black rapper on your stereo ha typical
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| Looking in the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
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| Who’s that standing behind the trigger finger squinting at me
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| Looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge magnum
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| I ain’t never done nobody no wrong but me
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| Looking at a MILF, thinking bout filth
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| Make that fuckin' O’Neil, then I give her the Shaquille
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| I got all the top lawyers looking at my deals
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| One UK tour we probably looking bout a mill
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| Rocking my fur knowing something got killed
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| I even gave PETA dough to help me deal with the guilt
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| Might take Jameela Jamil for a meal
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| But I still eat fried chicken and I still drink Lilt
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| (for that totally tropical taste)
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| Life on the edge
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| Life on the ledge
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| Life through the lens
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| Life on the net
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| Life in the press where there’s a life there’s a death
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| Sometimes I literally hear God reply to my prayers
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| If life is a bitch then life is my ex
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| Who was so overly obsessed by the size of my head
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| Told me I broke her heart then put a knife to my chest
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| Now it’s real cold on the other side of the bed
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| Threw me in at the deep end despite of my fears
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| These journalists can be fuckin' lions tigers and bears
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| Vincent van Gogh‘d em, gave em a work of art
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| Now these critics all make me wanna fuckin' slice off my ears
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| Fight club yeah
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| Bought me a pair of Airs
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| My niggas told me well done cos them mediums is rare
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| Yeah looking down the barrel
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| Shoot but don’t let it stain my American Apparel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking down the Barrel, artist - Tinie Tempah. Album song Demonstration, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп