โหลดเพลง mp3 Shooter - Lil Wayne

Shooter - Lil Wayne
Yea, yea, yea

Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot

Rapping fire, what you know about it

I brought my homie along for the ride

He strapped,

he came here to come out the barrel

I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"

Then even louder we got shooters, shooter

I turn around, I was staring at chrome

Shotgun watches door, got security good

Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter

My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter

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'm a play x-ray
helping y'all see the fake
I'm just trying to be the great,
trying 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 spitting, pow
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinking 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
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
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

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up

Oh, Shooter

Me won't surrender, me no pretender
Sock soaking wet I been running y'all
I reload, every hundred yards
I'm coming 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

Shooter no no
me won't surrender, no, no

I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I'm your shoote