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q-bert - shots lyrics

take three shots, now i’m feeling pretty lit
k!lling a b-tch
flipping the script
busting a lip
hitting a l!ck
bring out the stick
q is the sh-t
take three shots, now i’m feeling pretty lit
k!lling a b-tch
flipping the script
busting a lip
hitting a l!ck
bring out the stick
q is the sh-t

[verse 1]
smoking my meds, f-ck up the feds,(dream all you want but you won’t be the best)
murder the rest,rip off the flesh slaugter their head brain full of lead, got your girl on the bed she giving me dome run in your home( gripping the gat like my name is jerome
running around with a double cup chilling in the booth you know whats up i’ve had enough of your sh-t boutta hit a l!ck,bust yo lip
f-cking your b-tch and i’m making her drp
swerving an audi f-ck on some thotties wrecking a rari don’t ever say sorry

[hook]
i gotta do what i gotta do
me and my team yea we never lose
riding with the prey yea we gonna shoot
now let me take some time to write in this booth

[verse 2]
f-cked her once, f-cked her twice,f-cked her in the middle of the night
kicked her out the door crying on the floor,like a hoe b-tch you better go
don’t look back or get capped, with a .44, full clip spray you down
red faced like a clown, don’t be blushing now,got you in sight
i can see the fright,make you see the light quit making fun of my height
gat go doo doo doo,goodbye (gunshot)

- q bert lyrics

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