Lil Zay Osama - Shooters (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Zay Osama - Shooters (en) Lyrics
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Who you is, we don't care
'bout who you is
We ain't trust them bitches no more,
we don't care 'bout who you is
(I been with that shooter)
Same niggas I grew up with now
I'm having shootouts with
Out there with them opps, you get
it too, I don't care who you is
We don't fuck with you, you fuck
with dude nem we into it with
Know you ain't no killer steady
telling me about who you kill
Same bitches fucking gang, they
fucking on all the opps
Last nigga play with us got smoked,
go ask all the opps
City drown guns but somehow
we up on all the Glocks
Friendly ass nigga gon' get smoked,
he trusting all the bops
I'm that nigga in my city with
that blick (With that blick)
On them mirrors under tint
Same bitch's brother brought
on mе doing dick
With the opps taking pics, you
an opp, think you slick?
Can't come around you with that shit
Catch you with them,
you gеtting blicked
She fucking a lame and them niggas
broke, ain't get no money
Foenem took they chain and they know
lil' foenem killed they homie
Same niggas ain't do shit
to us, them niggas pussy
Wanna kill me, nigga, book me, niggas
ain't gon' do shit to me
I been with that shooter
Shooter
We don't let shit fly, no
We just let shit die (We
just let shit die, brr)
Ain't it crazy how we wet his block
and left it dry? (Grrah)
I can't leave without my Glock, yeah,
I need it by my side (By my side)
He was sposed to aim at me, must
be beefing with the sky (Fool)
He was sposed to keep his pipe (Pipe)
Must ain't care about his life (Life)
Give no fuck 'bout who you
is, I'll go to war with Jesus
Christ (Oh, really?)
Pull up shootin' broad day, bitch,
we don't need to creep at night
Blow your brains all on your bed, bitch,
I make sure you sleeping tight
He was sleeping on the kid
so I had to tuck him in
All these drugs make my fucking
head spin (Head spin)
We just spinned his block
and we gon' slide again
Might go dig up Von grave so he
can die again (Oh, really?)
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