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(feat. Robin Thicke) |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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Yea, yea, yea |
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Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot |
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Rappin' fire, what you know about it |
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I brought my homie along for the ride |
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He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel |
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(Robin Thicke) |
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I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" |
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Then even louder we got shooters, shooter |
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I turn around, I was starin' at chrome |
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Shotgun watches door, got security good |
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Jumped right over counter |
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Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her |
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I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter |
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My hands up, my hands up |
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They want me with my hands up |
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Oh, shooter (2x) |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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I think they want me to surrender |
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But no, I can't do it (2x) |
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So many doubt 'cause I come from the South |
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But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out |
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Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake |
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I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake |
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I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake |
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Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face |
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They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen |
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Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow |
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(Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)) |
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With all these riches and, all these riches |
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But ain't no loaners around |
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They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that |
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Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that |
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Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter |
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Put my hands up |
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They want me with my hands up |
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They want me with my hands up |
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Oh, shooter |
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(Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)) |
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But I'm not |
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I just cry mama, I think they, hey |
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Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter) |
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And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient |
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Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters |
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Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers |
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It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us |
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I want to throw up like chips in Vegas |
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But this is Southern face it |
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If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics |
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(Robin Thicke) |
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Lady walks into a shotgun surprise |
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Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes |
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He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it |
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I'm your, shooter |
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My hands up, my hands up |
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They want me with my hands up |
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Oh, Shooter (2x) |
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(Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)) |
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Me won't surrender, me no pretender |
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Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all |
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I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward |
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Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord |
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Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw |
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Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw |
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I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw |
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And then they ask who when where how |
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And, my reply was simply pow! |
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Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender |
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(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) (2x) |
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No, me won't surrender, no, no |
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I promise no surrender |
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I got my burner |
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And I'm your shooter |