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lord narf - shooters lyrics

[intro: father & cuba gooding jr]

ok, shoot a n-gg- in d-ck, kill a n-gg- and his b-tch. (ricky!)
talkin’ all that sh-t
shoot a n-gg- in his d-ck
shoot a n-gg- and his b-tch
then shoot his motherf-ckin’ kids

[hook: father]

yeah, where your shooters at? (x4)
talkin’ all that sh-t
shoot a n-gg- in his d-ck
then kill his motherf-ckin’ kids
then i kill his motherf-ckin’ b-tch
yeah, where your shooters at? (x4)

[verse 1: lord narf]

i bet ya, i bet ya, i bet ya never met a bih, that be talking all that sh-t
but be backing up that lip, on this d-ck and with a clip
henny bound we don’t sip
when he round watch your sh-t
i mean squad got hands and sh-t
but we want your bands and sh-t
we be posted in my circle
boy don’t try us like no urkel (cha, cha, cha)
my gun will twerk you
boy i f-cked up when i lurked you
now i’m aiming at the d-ck
boy i’m aiming at your b-tch
and i might not shoot your kids
get my belt and whoop your kids, yeah

[interlude: father]

talk my sh-t, like
where your shooters at? (x3)
i can talk my sh-t ‘cuz n-gg-
don’t see your shooters yeah
where your shooters at? (x2)

[hook]

talkin’ all that sh-t
shoot a n-gg- in his d-ck
then kill his motherf-ckin’ kids
then i kill his motherf-ckin’ b-tch
yeah, where your shooters at? (x4)

[verse 2: ethereal]

where your shooters lil n-gg-?
who your fooling lil n-gg-?
you ain’t scaring me with that bb gun
that lil sh-t we shoot that for fun
and my clip long like the silversun
don’t make us ruin all your summer fun
awful reckless, n-gg- check our records
‘cuz he our here talking h-lla reckless
i don’t want you little plastic n-gg-s
but the plastic cards you can give me that
and the blue faces, n-gg- give me that
and i got your girl, want a hundred stacks n-gg-

[interlude: father]

talk my sh-t, like
where your shooters at? (x3)
i can talk my sh-t ‘cuz n-gg-
don’t see your shooters yeah
where your shooters at? (x2)

[hook]

talkin’ all that sh-t
shoot a n-gg- in his d-ck
then kill his motherf-ckin’ kids
then i kill his motherf-ckin’ b-tch
yeah, where your shooters at? (x4)

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