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sha hef - love my shooters lyrics

[intro]
love my shooters, love my shooters
thank you lord pray for my shooters
(x2)

[verse 1]
hit his head with the cleaver
drew brees, throwing bullets
go long, play receiver
put you on with the reaper
now you lay down pray the lord that he keep ya
used to trap off the beeper
backpack full of reefer
cracks in my sneakers
mix the dope with the ether
put your nose to the speakers
this for my [?]
the good, sativas i blow that
remove the wiper you already snow that
take my d-ck and put it right where her throat at
last thursday now that p-ssy is a throwback
point aim it then i shoot it like a kodak
know i’m good on any block they move the blow at
catch me upstate somewhere i gotta flow at
no packs gave him six shots told him hold that
young trayvon martin with the larkin
looking for zimmerman drunk ready to spark him
i’m heartless and my hawk game is marvelous
head shots leave him r-t-rded regardless
look what you started, bullets will park him
leave him laying there stiff like you starched him
shots from the carbon, beg your pardon
gotta feed the wolves you know they starving

[hook]
oh lord, ain’t tryna sell rocks
but a n-gg- tryna get a new drop
pray for us, if a n-gg- run up two shots from the brand new glock
i know, fake n-gg-s tryna lie
they really wanan see a n-gg- die
i swear if a n-gg- try me or the mob the you know i’m gonna ride

love my shooters, love my shooters
thank you lord pray for my shooters
(x4)

[verse 2]
i love my shooters, love my shooters
thank you lord pray for my shooters
they love that action they gon’ spray them ruger’s
shots scuba dive down to your medulla
extract his kidneys, stick ’em in the cooler
worth a hunnid bands, ship em off to cuba
she gave me brain yeah the b-tch a tutor
then i f-cked her friend cause the b-tch was cuter
just might give both hoes a scholarship
the way they gargle might call it a swallwship
i give my n-gg-s a order they gon’ follow it
spent the drug money and re-up’ed on hollow tips
dope supplier, go straight to the top like c-ke on the pot on the fire
trap messiah, stayin’ low from the narcs that be wired
might sing like the choir
if he tell we in his mouth with the pliers
cops pull up got the work in the tyres
no shorts the last n-gg-s that tried us left his whole team on ice like they the flyers
can’t deny us, on the set i’ma ball ’till i fall like the young len bias
can’t deny us, on the set i’ma ball ’till i fall like the young len bias

love my shooters, love my shooters
thank you lord pray for my shooters
(x4)

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