Juicy J
Juicy J - Shootin songtekst
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[Chorus:] I’m shootin up shit like a dope fiend Put a hole in your head like a dolphin I’m puttin holes in one no golfin’ Leave his ass dead, where the coffin. [Juicy J:] Niggas out here aint real These niggas aint tote no straps These niggas aint got no work They just sound good in they raps They watchin too many movies Claim he movin them thangs Took that nigga in the jail cell He givin up names Rappin about he in the trap Actin like he got the sack Livin at his momma’s house Scrape it up by Nickleback Baby aint got no diapers His baby aint got no food This nigga aint got no car But he stand in line for shoes Now he think he bulletproof Out here robbin real niggas Everybody aint goin homie Real niggas gonna deal with ya Nigga out here lookin for me He disapear for about a month He popped up bout a week ago Layin dead, his momma drunk. [Wiz Khalifa:] I got so many ice its like I'm playin hockey Smoke so much green nigga somebody stop me We in the penthouse, you smell it from the lobby This ballins all I know my nigga its not a hobby Ridin in my ride reppin mafia Never had a chopper Juicy bought me one Seen niggas with money went and got me some Nigga see my swag now they copy ‘em Ooooo Nigga I'm ballin smokin half pound a day Smoke the other in the mornin Ooooo Nigga I'm paid got alot of goons Nigga I'm straight, we reppin our game. Shootin on site nigga try me if you wanna Click Click Bang Bang Nigga you a gonna Bullet don't hit ya it’ll put you in a coma Loud mouth niggas Now you a doner Whole pint of purp and a lot of marijuana Chrome’d out 38 hot like the summer Walk up on you whiskey maskin punk And fire them shots just like I'm Donald Trump Big ass pistol got me walkin and I'm limpin Fvck you and fuck your clique Anybody can get it Don't do all that talkin Nigga lets shoot to the finish They wont find your body And I wont leave a witness