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letra de shot down - flushing scotch

[hook]
we gettin’ shot down in the streets
pour another one out for your dead homie
we gettin’ shot down in the club
pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
we gettin’ shot down in the streets
pour another one out for your dead homie
we gettin’ shot down in the club
pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
we gettin’ shot (down)

[bridge 1]
put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
house party; hold your whole family for ransom

[verse 1]
off of my jonathan rocker
jerk off to jonathan cochran
doc-ments up in his office
because that shit gets me off
i put myself in the coffin
don’t get that shit, well chewbacca
waka flocka desperado
guns stashed behind the guitarra
b-tch -ss be gettin’ a dagger
the f-ck through his adam’s apple
leavin’ him with a throat hollow
leakin’ out that tomato
like cinq – vingt in colorado
bullets and flow, so legato
it’s flushing scotch, motherf-cker
monsieur el diablo

[bridge 2]
put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
house party; hold your whole family for ransom
b-tch, i got some ties to the mob
on my spaghetti-o’s, tomato sauce from the gun shots

[bridge 3]
she sees that dollar bill, she’s comin’ my way
gotta lotta bills, i make her work hard for that pay
let me see you drop that motherf-cker down to the floor
shake it like a baby that ain’t cryin’ no more
(i join the devil’s chorus)
she sees that dollar bill, and she’s comin’ my way
she says she’s got a lotta bills
i don’t give a motherf-ck
still make that b-tch work hard for the pay
to that pole you’re a slave
flushing scotch and billy tomahawk
handin’ b-tches bills like duke nukem
(shot down)

[verse 2]
convincin’ kids to say “flushing”
when they’re at school and they’re pumpin’
motherf-ckers get your guns
get a buzz going or somethin’
when they ask, “why did you do it?”
(tell ‘em) flushing told me to shoot ‘em
i’m f-ckin’ serious, dog
alb-m ‘bout to drop real soon
(f-ckin’ k!ll them all)
get b-tches salivatin’, y’all
we be the rap game’s f-ckin’ pavlov
vulcan neck pinch, little b-tch
the motherf-ckers you slept on
pushin’ pencils through your temple
suck my kiss, b-tch keep it simple
missin’ that shit just a little
well, number two that’ll k!ll you
(that’s it)

[bridge 4]
put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up
house party; hold your whole .
billy bob t ‘em, curb stompin’ out their teeth
put their faces on the front of some fresh white tees
they’re gettin’ shot down if they’re on my street
so pour another round for your dead homie

[hook]
we gettin’ shot down in the streets
pour another one out for your dead homie
we gettin’ shot down in the club
pour it up, cause she ain’t comin’ home with me
we gettin’ shot (down)

[bridge 5]
put your hands up, put your f-ckin’ hands up
house party; hold your whole family for ransom
where’s the mozzarella and cheddar?
a clean cut k!ller, rape a b-tch in turtleneck sweaters, all right
i’ll f-ck your b-tch till she thinks she’s on her period
f-ckin’ b-tch

[outro]
we gettin’ shot
we gettin’ shot
we gettin’ shot down

- flushing scotch

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