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andrwmaars – shooters lyrics

[intro]
shooters, shooters
andrwmaars
yeah

[verse 1]
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all these n-gg-s they be losers, we hang around with the cougars, we got ammo like bazookas
ain’t n-body that can fool us, man we hot you gone cool us
they got a show they gone call us, andrwmaars pop a colar
we chasing rands not the nairas
we going hard like madala, i got gold like meddalion
make it rain like an onion, tears in your face we’re exposing all the fake, p-ss on a n-gg- face you can’t handle my pace
this rap game is my place i ain’t movin’ out not a day
i ain’t movin out not a day
i ain’t movin out not a day

[chorus]
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas
we come around with bazookas

[bridge]
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
they come and they be shooting, shooting all the fake n-gg-s
shooting all the fake rappers, shooting all the fake skaters
shooting all the fake artists

[verse 2]
yeah, andrwmaars n-gg- yeah
all these n-gg-s is fugazi, all they sh-t still ain’t poppin’
that’s why my b-tch still ain’t dancin’, they cry me a river
d-mn i’m still flowin’, i’m crawling like a cub but i’m still growin’
i smoke loud now a n-gg- be zonin’, i’m schoolin’ n-gg-s ’round durban, i f-ck with my n-gg-s in durban
i’d rather k!ll them n-gg-s than be boy friends, i ain’t n-gg-s with them n-gg-s, i shoot them n-gg-s put ’em down
better gimme the gold and the crown, i jump in, in the crowd
i freestyle everybody surprised, this young man he be lookin’ ’round, chasing money he ain’t f-ckin’ ’round, chasing money he ain’t f-ckin’ ’round, he a seed and he came from the ground
nuz we ain’t f-ckin’ around
we hot boys that be shootin’ around, we feed on the rich
we tryna get rich, we got the work yeah we got the sauce
man we drippin’ sauce, yeah we got the sauce
yeah we drippin the sauce, we got the work
and we drippin the sauce, maars

[outro]
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
all my n-gg-s they be shooters
they come and they be shooting, shooting all the fake n-gg-s
shooting all the fake rappers, shooting all the fake skaters
shooting all the fake artists

- andrwmaars lyrics

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