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letra de buss my gun (featuring nashawn) - bravehearts

i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
yo, do you wanna live or do you wanna die?
i throw you out the bridge wit’ a bullet in yo’ eye
like the ribbon in the sky, you’ll be floatin’ in the air
gotta see yo’ mother cry, at the wake i’ll be there
i give her a hug and tell her to be strong
and smack her in the face wit’ a .44 long
i know i’ll be wrong, that’s how i get it on
i hope that knowlege the hook’s on this song
i got mack’s an’ tech’s, snub revolver’s
uzi’s i got ’em, gaze no problem, calico’s ak’s
.357, .9 mili tray .8 send you to heaven
i gave my lady a .380, a .22 or a .25, b-tch went crazy
you’re poppin’ foreva, one for all
bravehearted we standin’, n-gga f-ck all ya’ll
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
ya, ya
stop playin’, i’m layin’ for my dawgs that i’ll die for
cabbage pack these n-ggas, souls in the sky mourn
shots rhein, glock bang hot thangs
leave ’em wit’ his watch and rings
stop and aim, i’ll pop, tops all ‘fore i got my rocks
for my family, you a corpse, what you thought for my seeds
i’ll even let the wrong man bleed
sit there for the right one and give ’em three
you see me don’t think ‘cuz i’m on tv
that a n-gga won’t m-ssacre your family
i love guns and bustin’ ’em off for love ones
get it done, big as small ones even for funs
i love cash, for loot, i’ll k!ll yo -ss
bangs through the roof or the coupe, i’ll watch the blood splash
and i hate most dudes that ain’t my blood
and i buss my gun for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i bust ’em guns for the ones i love
i leave a n-gga leakin’ for somethin’
them guns quicker and quicker heat seak is comin’
my n-gga jung jumpin’ on n-ggas his sh-lls is jumpin’
no finger prints, shoot again, these mothaf-ckas don’t make sense
sayin’ me and my n-ggas we can’t win, why?
see the guns pointed at yo’ face
plus your cliques ’round ‘cuz they fake, they die
see my att-tude, buss a mothaf-cka for food
now i’m mad at you, hit you then i tossed the two
neva sobber, shoot n-ggas and run ’em over
g-wiz dh, come test a qb soldier
i run away wit your head in my arms like brett favre
if mothaf-ckas takin’ the street them bravehearts
shootin’ on these mothaf-cka f-ggots
ga’head and pull your gun n-gga, i’mma grab it then i
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love

- bravehearts

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