letra de shoot sum rounds - octb ja
see, all my life i was that boy that had to beat the odds flash out and say some things i even had some words with god they know we shoot lots of things look at my stick, look like a log f-ck me up when she left i can say i’m glad the b-tch gone
i need more money, i need more drugs they never loved me so i bought more guns i’m with my buddies, they got a drum these are my brothers don’t need to share blood, oh baby, i’m numb, i wanna have fun but i’m too busy making money and shooting guns can we have a one on one?
she hit the blunt once told that b-tch if she want to then her ass could be done and that was what it was i’m rolling with my thugs came from out the bottom shooters creeping in the mud catch me drinking out the bottle sloppy drunk, f-ck a buzz i know a n-gga that claimed a hit that he ain’t do what the f-ck fo nem got his skully on while he on parole he don’t give no f-ck he finna get you b-tches gone b-tch boys tie the rope beast boy on the road talking to my raven come and take my soul batman no robin suited up i’m flossing suits in here no talking before we get to saucing i’m loving how she walking for that girl i’m all in
she dripping like a faucet open my mouth, i got it. i can’t sit there and watch you cry wipe your eyes, tell me why i’m on your side. when i look in the sky, i see the twins that’s why i try, try for the win. i ain’t from the 618 p-ssy b-tch, i’m from the land. they was trying to k!ll the beef we was trying to k!ll your mans. man i be sliding on these beats i’m the goat, what the f-ck they saying?
i ain’t even in my prime just wait till i go super saiyan. this is scat but it came out as a striker. man, that p-ssy whack, that’s the reason i don’t like her. hit her back she start running she’s a fighter. i don’t drink the act i’m finna smoke where my lighter. she say im handsome she play that granson. she know i’m steppa so i let her play with my handgun b-tch love me now or never my dog forever. out there f-cking with them n-ggas like yo ass don’t know no better. b-tch i bring the crowd coach-lla. smoking opps they hit better talking to the devil with my shovel while they sit in puddles (hold up hold up) i’m gon’ take the b-tch down, she ain’t runnin’ now i just left pound town, finna shoot sum rounds
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