Head Shot - Scotty Boi et Gunplay et 40 Cal Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Head Shot de Scotty Boi, Gunplay, 40 Cal

Head Shot est une chanson de Scotty Boi, Gunplay, 40 Cal pour laquelle les lyrics ont été ajoutés le 07 mars 2013.

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Where you at? Put em out
Rear bean, head shot,
Call bean, airo mat,
Intensity, back em down.
Where you at? Put em out
Rear bean, head shot,
Call bean, airo mat,
Intensity, back em down.

Trip off dough block, 15 in their glock
Nigga thank you for the.. some,
I got some for that mark,
Roof top with that ap, turn that coop to a drop,
Let that bitch rip like ah, fight and get nigga like..
My young niggas we stix, that gun nigga so chips,
They just buy family or principle, they're doing it on the strips,
Making rain all your bitches, shit case be riffin it.
Go ain't you want, I ain't playing,
Number one they just pimping,
Make a livin in the 9-11,
I'm back in heaven but it call the riven,
Them aces niggas on another level,
So porter mine gotta find go get em,
Got a hundred goose in every other area,
They don't fight if I'm another era,
Tough guy when you in the boof,
When the mights off, nigga hella scary
Reloaded fin all give me,
Automatic miles burg I dig extend the with it,
Keep them sticks smoking boy, no mental lean it,
When your bushes like with it, it's gonna be the night vision


I told em that it's loaded, I could barely hold it,
And I got it on me, but you could barely notice,
Now when I'm up it, you know I need them coin,
Or under dirt is where you're going,
I'm where hammer is shell Jordan,
Black out, you're familiar with that noise,
Nah, give me everything that's yours,
And I'm giving you no choice,
I'm a minute you're on force,
And my bitches from hundoors,
And I smoke like I know the floors,
And I still pull pistols on tours,
Nigga f*ck em with the right one,
It ain't right if I only fight one,
Not a bunch of motherf*ckers but I never light one
ALl I need is my gun and some white run.


Back pack in that mack you hear that black black and you're back
Look of all this money that I step back in that trap,
I got them bitches all in my dick, make their gas but that..
F*ck around me and my click, that click to.. to bring to your cat,
Forty that I'm that nigga, Hennessy in my liver,
Harder go that I tempo so I'll be on in November
Mama made my my dinner, papa made me a winner,
Treat the game me a temper, now I'm a crazy a nigga,
If I'm blowing my medal my nigga
You know when I'm gone, they say I fight with the devil,
Yeah I'm just help em to hunt,
Hustle broke in this .. so I'm just hoping to ..
Way I'm busting this p**sy, you think I'm going for..
Empty the pound...the Kennedy
....it's been around..


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