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bc jroc - gun line lyrics

[intro]
yeah
you know i brought the motherf+ckin’ gang with me, n+gga
no cap, bc, yeah, yeah
mmm

[chorus]
all these n+ggas be with that messy sh+t, know they can’t be in my mentions
dan quinn, when i call that play, we on that field, i send a blitz
warrants out, when it come to that sack, you call that play, i get a pick
plug know when that sack get low, i call his phone, i’m pullin’ tricks
big bruh arm be in the pot so much, you’ll think that this is it
everybody in the spot tryna run it up, we gotta get
if that ho ain’t talkin’ ’bout money or keepin’ it p, she gettin’ dismissed
you’ll think he had that switch the way he slid through with that sh+t

[verse]
stop lyin’
they done took your sh+t and you ain’t spent back ’bout it one time
i done bought that whip, transformеr, we gon’ call it optimus prime
put that bl!cky to his back, but i ain’t gon’ say it but one timе
give me everything you got or we gon’ take off with his spine
we been knew them boys was hoes, but now they hard boys, stop lyin’
in the trenches with no shirt, got all my jewelry, l’ma shine
my dog keep textin’ me, “go up,” say he can feel it, it’s my time
martin lawrence, eddie murphy, boy, don’t cross that gun line
sippin’ muddy, trouble, tryna score a triple, double, huh
all this water ’round my neck look like i’m drippin’ puddles, hmm
and this draco that i got, it sing like ruben studdard, hmm
caught him down bad, made him do the cupid shuffle
four of flats to that shack, they hit them lights, no lookin’ back
shawty ‘nem think they had the lead, we hit the gas and took it back
i remember one day, ma dukes caught d+lo ‘nem cookin’ crack
you graduated from the streets, boy, show me where your booklet at
dollar shoot like he play point, this switch gon’ rearrange his joints
pull up in the newest foreign, this extendo clip, we shootin’ p+rn
down in houston with the rockies, my lil’ ho, she love to wh0re
shawty ‘nem wear a six and grills, so tell me who you steppin’ on, on god
[chorus]
all these n+ggas be with that messy sh+t, know they can’t be in my mentions
dan quinn, when i call that play, we on that field, i send a blitz
warrants out, when it come to that sack, you call that play, i get a pick
plug know when that sack get low, i call his phone, i’m pullin’ tricks
big bruh arm be in the pot so much, you’ll think that this is it
everybody in the spot tryna run it up, we gotta get
if that ho ain’t talkin’ ’bout money or keepin’ it p, she gettin’ dismissed
you’ll think he had that switch the way he slid through with that sh+t

- bc jroc lyrics

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