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letra de gunsmoke - oz sparx

[intro]
oh, oh
oh, oh-oh, oh
oh, woah-oh-oh, woah
n-gga, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
(jahdiddat)
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on

[chorus]
wait, gunsmoke, wait, we got glocks and we got f&ns
gunsmoke, we gon’ spin your block just ’cause you think we playin’
yeah, yeah, shoot ’em or get shot, then we gon’ get to sprayin’
yeah, yeah, shootin’ at the opps because they k!lled my man
gunsmoke, yeah, we got glocks and we got f&ns
gunsmoke, we gon’ spin your block just ’cause you think we playin’
yeah, yeah, shootin’ at the opps because they k!lled my mans
yeah, yeah, shoot ’em or get shot, then we gon’ get to sprayin’

[verse 1]
shouts out the window, yeah, we lettin’ off that chopper (woah)
higher than a f-ckin’ helicopter
perky, perky, percocet, i need a doctor
you a mothaf-ckin’ cop and i’m a robber
i got bags, what you need? i got that stanky (uh)
i got act’, that codeine, and i’ma drank it (uh, uh)
i can’t lack, i keep that heat, know i’ma bang it (uh, uh)
just sit back and take a seat ’cause it get dangerous (uh, uh)
yeah, my slime gon’ wipe your nose out with his fingers (uh, uh)
i’m in south atlanta hangin’ ’round some gangsters (uh, uh)
in a porsche and i’m with slatt, you know it’s rainin’ (uh, uh)
take my horse to the old town road, don’t wear no wrangler (uh, uh)

[chorus]
wait, gunsmoke, wait, we got glocks and we got f&ns
gunsmoke, we gon’ spin your block just ’cause you think we playin’
yeah, yeah, shoot ’em or get shot, then we gon’ get to sprayin’
yeah, yeah, shootin’ at the opps because they k!lled my man
gunsmoke, uh, we got glocks and we got f&ns
gunsmoke, we gon’ spin your block just ’cause you think we playin’
yeah, yeah, shootin’ at the opps because they k!lled my mans
yeah, yeah, shoot ’em or get shot, then we gon’ get to sprayin’

[verse 2]
f-ck all that talkin’, my n-gga, let’s do it
we pull up with pistols, you know that we shootin’
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, these n-ggas be stupid
i pop me a perky, lil’ n-gga, i’m booted
glock got a stick like the size of a ruler
i shoot at your top, i’ma hit your medulla
i just might go to take a flight to bermuda
but no, i can’t do that, they got me on papers
i just might go take a flight to l.a.
i’ma ball on these n-ggas just like i’m a laker
i’m with jgreen and he come from the swamp
he gon’ jump on your -ss like a mothaf-ckin’ gator
i got a gat, you got a gat
you wanna play tag? ’cause i got a laser
i’m in the trap, i’m makin’ it back
i cut up the crack, yeah, i got a razor
uh, big bankrolls on me, uh, whole lotta poles on me, uh
heart got cold on me, uh, please don’t fold on me (ooh)
drugs got ahold of me, i just can’t go to sleep
she love the poetry, i’m in her ovaries

- oz sparx

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