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letra de shotgun kisses (feat. jarren benton, irv da phenom) - dizzy wright

i said i,
i’ve been waitin’ all d-mn day for you to come on over (oooh)
girl come roll this weed up with me, i’m gon’ smoke you (wow)
come and gimme shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses, shotgun
kisses to me, babe,
give some shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses to
me, baby
it’s funny cuz she selebent to irrelevant, uhh,
but act s-xual to my excellence, right,
she pick me up and we live it up, fast liar hittin’ other n-gg-s with
the extra sh-t, uhh,
she rolled it up and i lit it up, i’m smilin’ cuz i know i’m tryna get
a nut,
feelings for me and they kinda mutual but i’m lost,
cuz the more we seem to talk the qualities become her faults,
truth be told, never tell the truth in the dark,
scandalous the secret tellers always mix the truth with the false,
pointin’ the fingers when doin’ the wrong caught up in the mix
we better when we not together cuz we was friends before this
sh-t,
but i just sit back and listen, spark it and get connected with a
spirit,
noddin’ my head and let her know that i hear her,
i feel like, a friend indeed is a friend with weed, shotgun kisses
as we sample tree,
s.o.c. baby!
yeah, yeah, come elevate with me, medicate with me,
get the ho like bobby then whitney, or whitney then
bobbby,
sobbady got me walkin’ on the moon don’t drop me (aah!)
meet me in the bathroom stall or the lobby, molly in the body got
it feeling so euphoric,
d-mn, you the baddest mo’ f-cker in the party (yeah)
nice to know ya, pleased to meet’cha, hi, i’m jarren, wanna
cheese some reefer?
come to my planet, we can dance with creatures, talk to
marshins and moondoo speakers,
word to the mo’ f-ckin son of a preacher, naw, ain’t ballin’ but
we done brought bleachers,
maybe late night we can spin some leisure? tie ’em together,
f-ck you to a seizure (aah!)
shotgun kisses, blow my brains out, on the phone ’til the break of
dawn,
then hang out, what set you claimin’, in the bead we bank out,
girl,
you ’bout to make a n-gg- pull that ring out,
prince, i kind, watch the streets of sing lou, f-ck them other
hoes, girl i’m senile,
she good off the top, like a n-gg- to freestyle, we can blow that
california wax in the meanwhile,
then hit redial ring me back like a time machine, sticky green like
a lima bean,
and your listin’ all kinda things, get her outta them designer
jeans,
you ain’t gon’ miss it, can’t go one day without you misses,
put the mossburg to my head, pull the mo’ f-ckin’ trigger, ’bout
to give a n-gg- shotgun kisses
my, ebony queen with eyes reminiscin’ of sandra oaks
starin’ into my soul and she gazin’ me through the ganja smoke,
chocolate lips, prevent burnt fingertips and roach clips,
i wanna hit and she just gimme a kiss, sharin’ the way she feel
inside,
she put her mouth close to mine, she exhalin’ to free my mind,
she the only thing that’s on mind sometimes, it’s like i’m stuck
just thinkin’ of all the ways,
i could pleasure you, whenever you and i get finished blazed
i told her, “don’t carry weight on your shoulders, your struggles
define your grind, your livin’ life forexposure, your dosure
medical closure,
you open hopin’ jahova, don’t judge you, you know we love you,
our bodies closer and closer,
we finna settle down, makin’ us smile,
we ain’t h-lla loud, steppin’ on no toes if we ain’t never round,
turnin’ kickings into visits shotgun kisses and missions,
reavealin’
how i’m hidin’ behind my feelings i’m motherf-ckin’ victim!”

- dizzy wright

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