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Bang

Waka Flocka Flame

Flockaveli

2010

Dunk, Capp, and Kebo gon' shoot for free throws, free throws
Free my nigga T-Bo, I'll punch a nigga like I'm Deebo
Waka Flocka Flame, pussy nigga,

Cadillac Inn

Nine Pound Hammer

Live at the Vera

1998

school, you were such a sight, 
Then I saw you at the Ted Nugent show, you got kicked out for starting a fight.
Puttin' lids on at the Ragu plant keeps

Three Little Pigs

Green Jelly

Alternative Rock Cafe

1997

Why don't you, sit right back
And I, I may tell you, a tale
A tale of three, little pigs
And a big, bad, wolf

Well the first little piggy, well

Why don't you, sit right back
And I, I may tell you, a tale
A tale of three, little pigs
And a big, bad, wolf

Well the first little piggy, well

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

Glock is a nine but it gotta kick back, huh
Hit that hoe one time I don't hit back
Put the Glock down, yeah you want a punch line, huh
Call my boy he roll

Shoot um up! Bang Bang, Shoot um up!
Bang Bang, Shoot um up! Bang Bang hear what I'm saying

Hear the bullets come, we gonna duck and run,
Cut down by

'm lookin' back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, all I know is we shoot first
No shootin' back
Pull up, grrt, skrrt, get up
Outta there, they like, "Who was that?"
And they

"I didn't believe a man existed who could not be stopped by the slug of .45"
This is as far as you go!

Paul wit da .45, shoot em in his fuckin gut

to do
They laughed and asked, how can you ball when you can't shoot
Told them I ain't got shit to lose
But back then, I had shit to prove
I was trying

on nothing
Dead opps I'm Bundy, Ted a whole hunnid
Soul huntin', camped out that crib like a homecoming
Hoes stuntin', shoot at that bitch
Tear 'em bones,

give a fuck

Nah, nigga I don't really give a fuck
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really give a fuck
Look, OG Ted gonna shoot some shit

My niggas

Carry and Simba Bradley
We coming hard this summer
We coming hard this fall, winter, all that
Talk ya shit
Where I'm from
'Gotta watch yo back or you

shot yo daddy in the back for playing & capping,
Still on the backstreets,
I keep a drac on the passenger switch on a glizzy the K in the backseat,
300

so i keep a pole and i stay wit a lot of demons
I'll shoot if I got a reason
I'll shoot if I got a reason
I'll shoot if I got a reason
Yeah cuz I know

Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot till it's empty
Not gettin no money boy you lonely

I'm show rock ima rock by myself

Shoot Out The Lights

Jessie James Decker

Gold

2017

, crazy ones
Let's breathe the air that we used to breathe
Back when we were seventeen
I want you looking at me like you did that night
So let's shoot

nezastavíš
Já jsem něco co je teď a tady
Proto jsou se mnou, kde by chtěli bejt
Ten pocit, kterýho se nechci zbavit
Chvíli volně dýchat vzduchu
Kterej neni

I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (ohh, ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (oh, ayy)

I might shoot your casket, shoot

it's Spaceb0i
(Ready to take off!)
I can behave myself
Mom taught me that
But I'm drunk
And I see that girl far in the back
She knows zoots and bottles

There's a bullet in my ass, ah"

Ted kennedy, good senator, but a bad date

You know what I'm saying, folks? One of those guys who gets home

At four

Pro...tec.ted....pro...tec..ted..pro...pro..tec.ted...
Pro..pro...tec.ted....pro...pro..tec.ted..pro...pro..tec..ted

Verse1: He put the stars in

Bars tryin' to battle cats i had to trap
I carried rock everywhere I travelled at
I been a shooter
To be technical I shoot back to back
But cats were

get to bust)
Yeah I ain't with all that back and fourth shit
Im in a Uber back and fourth I'm just trying to fuck the bitch
Yeah I just told baby girl