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letra de girls got a gun - yo-yo

(“understand that time is running out”)

sick and tired of the 400 years, gotta get “doe” like deers
but ain’t goin’ out like a (?) named bambi
the devil don’t know who the man be
come and check it out, i got the fat artillery
harriet tubman’s spirit instilled in me
f-ck bill clinton and hillary
buck shots (mug shots)
tryin’ to separate me and my mister
but see i’m a soldier, and i got a sister
ready to put in work, jerk
get busy in pants or skirt
give me a friend and a loaded mac-10
and all i need is a few good men
you better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl’s got a gun

(“don’t try to step to me, cause i ain’t the one”)
(“shoot him ‘fore he runs, now”)

all y’all lookin’, i know it seems strange
to see a black girl at the range
lettin’ a (buck buck) with the buck, kick
lookin’ for a hit for a trick
now i’m wanted in every state
cause i’m a packer, rapper, jacker, ready for the cracker
but he don’t want none, he can’t get none
oh, shit, i think i hit one
now they’re on the run, cause i don’t fear
flip the scrip’ and hit like pam grier
and you can try to find me k
i’m wicked, (?), and stomp into the ninety tre
it’s all about the ibwc
and i’ma have to trouble you, g
you better run to the pad and call 911, hon, the girl’s got a gun

(“wa da da dang, wa da da da dang”)
my 9 goes bang, punk can you hang?
if you can’t, then back up, back up
qe turn the track up
ratta-tat-tat, the clip is inserted further
more, i murder more
fools, act like you didn’t know, if you did know
now you’re in the mix, six feet below where the gr-ss grow
so, i changed, i got the jackal
grabbin’ on artillery i just can’t let go
so, when you see me in your neighborhood
dial 911, the girl’s got a gun

- yo yo

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