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Willie D - Gun Talk lyrics
Da-da-da-da-da-da Da - da - da - da - da Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a shit [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama Finna heat this muthafucka up like Texas in the summer Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial I see caskets in your muthafuckin future If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitch Cause this rotten nigga's ain't never gonna be shit Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough Cause I stopped knockin bitches out when my nuts got bigger Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga Trigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin balls I have the paramedics cleanin out your fuckin drawers They put my muthafuckin homie in the slammer, black For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it out Pork made when I hit a cop I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures My adversary makin wishes But I ain't sparin them bitches I let my gun talk Let it talk, nigga Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk (2x) [ CHORUS: Young Noble |
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