Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Chevy Woods

Shooters

 

Shooters

(album: Gangland 3 - 2015)


Taylor
Taylor... Gang

[Hook:]
If you don't know nothing boy, you better know that you gon' respect my shooters
If you don't know nothing boy, you better know that you gon' respect my shooters
If you don't know nothing boy, you better know that you gon' respect my shooters
If you don't know nothing boy, you better know that you gon' respect my shooters
No, no, no, no, no, no, ain't no disrespecting my shooters
No, no, no, no, no, no, ain't no disrespecting my shooters
No, no, no, no, no, no, ain't no disrespecting my shooters
No, no, no, no, no, no, ain't no disrespecting my shooters

Brett Favre with them pistols, man them niggas throwing bullets
Lemon squeeze make 'em shine real easy when them motherfuckers pull it, I been counting all this money up
Oh lord, say a prayer for him, might not make it out, filet mignon, we know the police outside staking out
My life and my money, two things I don't play about
And ain't a nigga out here coaching me, but I can show you what a player 'bout
Short bus watch this retarded, man this motherfucker stupid
And ain't no love out here just broke her heart, this ain't no motherfucking cupid, god damn

[Hook]

I ain't gotta make a phone call, cause they right here with a nigga
Have it your way, Big Mac drive-through, yeah, you can get it nigga
Flip flop on that SS, I'm trying to do it like lil did
One time for my hood niggas, doing a coke or a dope bid (ay! ay!)
I just pulled up to the post spot, yeah, hell yeah, I'm with the trap shit
And it's still forty eight hundred everywhere, way more than rap shit
Niggas really out here try to get to the money, man you niggas in the way though
Don't be tripping in the club outside, man them niggas known to let them fucking K's go

[Hook]

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?