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buddh4 - shoot out lyrics

[pre+chorus: buddh4]
she wanna suck on this d+ck
she wanna suck on this d+ck
i put my tongue in tha b+tch
i make her cum on this d+ck
count up my funds in tha b+tch
i’m havin fun in this b+tch
i might jus run in tha b+tch
i brought my gun in this b+tch

[hook: buddh4]
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
hop out we, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
let’s have a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out

[verse 1: buddh4]
glock or smith n wesson, i can’t choose
i keep countin dubs, i can’t loose
i took his hoe n put him on the news
f+ck everybody, don’t follow the rules
they sleepin on me, they keep hittin snooze
i don’t give a f+ck, i run up these blues
i don’t give f+ck, i run up a check
i don’t give a f+ck they b+tch gimme neck
i got water on me, got a patek
i got red up in my cup, sippin tech
i got coupe but tha b+tch it got wrecked
i got big green in my pocket like shrek
i got big green in my pocket like hulk, no hogan
beat up tha p+ssy, she soakin
deep in her throat got her chokin
she said she wanna ride in a fast coupe, well baby come hop in mine
she said “buddh4, i wanna smash you”, then baby come hop in line
she ate up my nut, no cashew, i swear this thot so fine
gave me brain she lost her mind
got tha glock, i got tha nine
[pre+chorus: buddh4]
she wanna suck on this d+ck
she wanna suck on this d+ck
i put my tongue in tha b+tch
i make her cum on this d+ck
count up my funds in tha b+tch
i’m havin fun in this b+tch
i might jus run in tha b+tch
i brought my gun in this b+tch

[hook: buddh4]
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
hop out we, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
let’s have a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out

[verse 2: nolxvetae]
yeah
i got tha bl!ck on me, kno tha its tough
he think we playin, he gonna get f+cked up
like forrest gump we gon run up
tha boy tried to run up, he got slumped
aye, aye
n we gonna have us a shoot out
i got my stick on me, kno its no doubt
why you keep talkin? you kno wha i’m bout
if he keep talkin, we hushin his mouth
all of this fame n yo girl want the clout
all of this bread, don’t kno how much to count
smokin tha gas, yeah smokin tha loud
takin these hits wit some very big clouds
smashin yo girl, you like what’s tha sound
it should be no problem cuz he not around
we got us some choppas, put you in the ground
{verse 3: buddh4}
put you in the ground, put you in a coffin
smokin this loud, tha sh+t got me coughin
hunnid some rounds, we pull up we pop him
lay his ass down for all of tha talkin
i ride in a coupe
yo b+tch blow my d+ck like a flute
i want all the money, the loot
we pull up tha choppa gon shoot
yeah

[pre+chorus: buddh4 & nolxvetae ]
she wanna suck on this d+ck (yeah)
she wanna suck on this d+ck (yeah)
i put my tongue in tha b+tch (woah)
i make her cum on this d+ck (woah, oh)
count up my funds in tha b+tch
i’m havin fun in this b+tch
i might jus run in tha b+tch
i brought my gun in this b+tch

[hook: buddh4]
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
it be a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
hop out we, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
let’s have a, shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
[outro: buddh4 & nolxvetae]
shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
shoot out, shoot out, shoot out
yeah, yeah, we gon have us a shootout
we gon have us a shootout
i got my bl!ck n i’m too loud
aye n we gon have us a shootout
me n buddh4 from the ditch now
we gon have us a shootout

- buddh4 lyrics

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