Size of Ya Gun

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Ciani on the Beat & Florida on the Track

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It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
Yea
Twenty Two's give them cold sweats
I got snipers in a crows nest
Boy you better cut the whole check
Or Ima cut your whole neck
This ain't a game but I'm playin dirty
556 in the clip and it's holdin thirty
Red dot to help me center up
Let him pray then I send him up
Slick with the spit, Thick chicks get the dick
Tip fifths, get the chips, Mossberg with the grip
AR with the scope hoe
You bout to meet the man the Pope knows
Hollow points don't just poke holes
Whole throat goes, postmortem picture so gross
Whole family by the casket
I'm in the back row laughin
See me cruisin down the street
Twenty twos on the feet, of my jacked up Chevy
If they rollin with me, then you better believe, that them boys stay ready
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
Aye you a bitch and a buster
Never was a hustler
Double-aught buck shot hit you in a cluster
Grippin on your stomach face lookin all flustered
You ain't got a clue what to do, Colonel Mustard
With out the candle stick, Now can you handle it
Leave em froze up expressionless like a mannequin
Im speakin Mandarin, like you ain't understandin it
You really can't withstand the hit, You shitty pissy pantserson
The pistol grip reduce the slip so bitch I'll hit the spot
It's obvious you chatter box the talk has got to stop
See it don't cost a-lot to shut your mouth and know your place
Forget the things I say won't have a chance to walk away
Dumbin down the rhymes so dumbies know that I don't play
With so much on the line don't gamble this ain't Mandalay
Yea this ain't Vegas either way the odds and worth the bet
I'm either bluffin or I'm cuttin you above the neck
Cruisin down the street
Twenty twos on the feet, of my jacked up Chevy
If they rollin with me, then you better believe, that them boys stay ready
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy
It don't matter where your from
Only matters what you've done
And the size of your gun boy

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