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  • Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne Shooter текст песни

    Shooter

    (feat. Robin Thicke)

    [Lil Wayne]
    Yea, yea, yea
    Weezy baby y’all, don’t get shot
    rapid fire, what you know about it
    I brought my homie along for the ride
    He strapped, he can’t wait to come out the barrel

    [Robin Thicke]
    I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
    Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
    I turn around, I was starin’ at chrome
    Shotgun watches door, got security good
    Jumped right over counter
    Pointed gun at winking teller
    I’m your shooter, shooter, shooter

    My hands up, my hands up
    They want me with my hands up
    Oh, shooter [2x]

    [Lil Wayne]
    I think they want me to surrender
    But no, I can’t do it [2x]

    So many doubt ’cause I come from the South
    But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
    Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
    I’ma play x-ray, helpin’ y’all see the fake
    I’m just tryin’ to be the great, tryin’ to get a piece of cake
    Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
    They got a whole lot to say but I don’t listen
    Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin’, pow

    [Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)]
    With all these riches and, all these riches
    But ain’t no loaners around
    They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
    Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
    Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter

    Put my hands up
    They want me with my hands up
    They want me with my hands up
    Oh, shooter

    [Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
    But I’m not
    I just cry mama, I think they, hey
    Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)

    And to the radio stations, I’m tired o’ being patient
    Stop bein’ rapper racists, region haters
    Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
    It’s outrageous, you don’t know how sick you make us
    I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
    But this is Southern face it
    If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics

    [Robin Thicke]
    Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
    Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
    He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
    I’m your, shooter

    My hands up, my hands up
    They want me with my hands up
    Oh, Shooter [2x]

    [Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)]
    Me won’t surrender, me no pretender

    Sock soakin’ wet I been runnin’ y’all
    I reload, every hundred yards I’m comin’ forward
    Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
    Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
    Way past par, for, I’m some shit you never saw
    I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
    And then they ask who when where how
    And, my reply was simply pow!

    Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
    (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) [2x]

    No, me won’t surrender, no, no
    I promise no surrender
    I got my burner
    And I’m your shooter



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