bruiser wolf & nicholas craven - guns & squares lyrics
[intro]
yeah
uh, listen
yeah
[chorus: bruiser wolf]
i don’t play games, they scared (they scared)
i get under they skin like ingrown hairs (ingrown hairs)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares, uh)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares, yeah)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares, yeah)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares, uh, listen)
[verse 1: bruiser wolf]
making adjustments to make some duckets (yeah)
success is luscious
the smith got a rubber grip like some crutches (like somе crutches)
proven moving, that jennifеr love hewitt (haha), correct your tone, you better auto+tune it (listen)
it’s a lot of p+ssies here, pubic (pubic)
i hope i don’t get the chair, i’m waiting on my ruling (listen)
all+white forces, these airs polluted
freestyle, i don’t need pads, i ain’t patrick ewing (uh)
my style, i got a patent to it (patent to it)
trying to figure out how to use it
like a human potty training, been in more melees than malaysians (than malaysians)
this a rhyme tasing
food for thought, it’s a full course, been in the gym, i’m shredded like pulled pork (like pulled pork)
legs behind her scalp, that’s head over heels
it’s a lot of rappers, but only one be real (one be real)
cypress hill, for you young cats
strapped with packs, she got a hunchback, what’s the hap?
middle finger in her coochie, thumb in her booty
i’m trying to snap (i’m trying to snap), my fingers, that is
another jingle, my gift from me to you, kris kringle
[chorus: bruiser wolf and sir michael rocks]
i don’t play games, they scared (they scared)
i get under they skin like ingrown hairs (ingrown hairs)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and square)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares, yeah)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (yeah, yeah, man, drums and snares)
[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
i’m still f+cking with the fried and foams
we need cullinans and larger homes
n+ggas get jelly when you ‘pon the throne
but we known to sn+tch a skeleton and all the bones
the gradience, the creme de la creme, the size ten in the timbs
you wanna ride? start sending them benz’ and them pens
get your friends and we walking them in
they open up a new account, then we walking them out
ask lil gotti for the number to the room, who it’s under?
i’ma slide with a vicky cause her eyes got the thunder
i’m flying, doing sixty, almost crashed and it crumbled up
lawyer on retainer, case it’s bad sh+t to cover up
the gambles and gambles, and risks to rewards for the luck
never them, it’s always us
backdoor us one time, it’s always up
in française with parfaits and balmain cups
[chorus: bruiser wolf]
i don’t play games, they scared (they scared)
i get under they skin like ingrown hairs (ingrown hairs)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares, yeah)
i used to f+ck with guns and squares (guns and squares)
now it’s kick drums and snares (drums and snares)
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