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lil wayne - shoot out lyrics

young moola, baby
uh-huh. yeah.
my lip all f-cked up.
you could prolly hear it in my p’s and my b’s, but it’s
cool, f-ck it, let’s go

shoot until my motha f-ckin hand fall off
you’re track stars, a gunshot ran ya’ll off
i pop like a soda watch the can fall off
i can kill ya’ll, and ya’ll boss
shotguns, handguns, louder than a band drum
you f-ckin with the drum major let me play you the
anthem.
bang, bang, bang, bang, call that heavy metal
i say “bang, bang”, b-tch i make you feel every letter
b-a-n-g, b-a-n-g, g-a-n-g, we spray, then leave
we play when we know we play in e-v-e-r, cpr
dr. carter are you the d-zeez boy?
young money mother f-cker these deez boys
b-tches ya crazy, we’s r-t-rd
watch nina, mack, and tommy have a brief minouge like,
haha, like
soldier boy on the beat, but you could call me chef
bouyardi
cuz i’ma heat this sh-t, and i’ma eat this sh-t
planet earth is my toilet, you’re beneath this sh-t
then i flush and wipe my -ss, gun slinger like a p-ss
i c-ck back and throw a bomb, now hail mary
your tale very, fairy tale, very frail
and yeah we got them hammers, tryna hit every nail
let them sail up the river with that ho sh-t
or leave em face down in the f-ckin ocean, yeah
i ain’t on no other sh-t, b-tch i’m on some more sh-t
that “h-llo, how you doin?” i am at your front door
sh-t
that “aw naw, he got a gun, oh sh-t.” sh-t. sh-t.

ok, it’s young money, what you know about it?
the semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul
out it
and all that frontin sh-t, n-gg- i don’t know about it
you can call me master jay b-tch, i’m so bout it
even my ho bout it, and don’t doubt it
cuz we both would be angelina and brad-in
spazzing and blastin, blastin and ra-ta-tattin
and nah, i don’t coook em like potatoes, i mash em
i don’t give a f-ck about your money or your fashion
shots through the window of your brand new aston
you get out, try to run out your chest where them
bullets crashin
pine box n-gg-s, no cruthces, no castin
no wheelchair, just a two-door long black wagon flowers
on the side and four wheels of steel
i ain’t never scared, and i ain’t never care
so f-ck what they doin over there, i’m doin me here
you’re nothin like me f-ck boy don’t be outlandish
we gorillas on the mix, ya’ll just some kung-fu pandas,
sweet like fantas, huh
my blood is the same as bruce banter’s, hit record on
the cameras
mother f-ck all the bullsh-t and antics,
they sayin he ain’t gotta get a clearance from wayne,
that’s a disadvantage
being broke is a foreign language to me like spanish
musically,
i direct thrillers, call me john landers
f-ck that n-gg- in the red jacket n-gg-

it’s the 5-0-4 slaughterhouse bloodbath
lil n-gg-s stand tall like a giraffe
one man game animal, cannibal,
i eat rappers for dinner, my nickname hannibal
guns for days, i show you what this cannon do
hit you and hit ya motha f-ckin man in two
i grab the chopper southpaw, that’s how i hold the toy
i aim and crank that b-tch like soldier boy
i’m in the streets one deep, i can hold my own
and sh-t its only one seat and i control the throne
look b-tch, i’m on my crazy -ss sh-t
you see the gun poking out like shanaynay’s lips
yeah, watch ya lips when you’re talkin
cuz i’ll be on ya grave n-gg-, leakin on ya coffin
rest in p-ss, when i die let me rest with clips
rambo, i’ma go on my sylvester sh-t, bang!

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