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Текст песни Ludacris f Chingy, I-20, Tity Boi - We Got

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[Ludacris]DTP we got them guns that go...[I-20]Yea I`m all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killaNiggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealerYou better tell ya man that with the gages I`m niceI`ll shoot up y`all white shirts until y`all look like diceBut I`m through with all the talking time to show all you niggazI 2-0, I`m like J-Lo... going through niggazDTP we ain`t plying if you try to get our payinA.K`s get ta spraying like...Bottom line that mean I`m bout it, any nigga want it, doubt itBust you in the broad day, on the street that`s fully crowdedFind our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking its rapAnd tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gatsChaka say I`m shot out, and I tend to agreeSo you should what you saying if it`s intended for meSo be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walkingAnd that oozy get to talking like...[Titi Boi]Hammers, jam `em, snatch `em, grab `emCan the an and fuck `em, damn `emPress him, man him, scarin him, teared him, heat him upBake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him upA-B-C-E-F shawty is you a G or whatNow it`s just me and my nuts, that`s all I got in this worldI`m pulling pistols out my stomach and throwing them bitches up like EarlServing the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram `emI`m 38, hot with a pearl handle...And I`m throwing text like a NBA refI got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQArtillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistolsI point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit yaAnd ain`t taking no more pictures, if you snap I`ma clickAnyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil FateAnd I`m wavin choppers like heli-coptersYou gon` need hella doctors, when the glok go....[Chingy]Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain`t no exit trickUs you don`t mess with, we got them guns like action flicksReload with the next clip, I`m the wrong nigga to flex with bitchCome on and test this, my gun I`m having sex with shitPut a bullet in (in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitchLook at my necklace, maybe hit a ngga disrespect this clickMy pistol grip sound like this...now whatWho want they day fucked, when I cock and load the cake, bust bustYall cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff upYall lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up braWe`ll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nutMy wrist rocky, like Sylvester StalloneSo thurr for you should invest, in a vest for ya domeCause I know you marks planning on getting me when I`m landingPeace to nick, but my cannon go...[Ludacris]Fuck a medic, we gon` call yo ass a taxi cabBleedin so hard you`ll need a life size maxi padSo flip the script and tell your woman its your time on the monthA.K. 47 for the niggaz who`s really looking for heaven and a 9 for you chumpsGot killaz in my squad and I`m the nicest one in my groupBut I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain`t talking bout fruitI`ll peel your CAP BACK with the BLACK MACKTill your BACK CRACK, cock the GAT BACK like... CLAK CLAK CLAKSwallow a hallow make `em digest with a 50 caliberYo futures not looking so good, tomorrows not on your calendarI, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too longI`ll leave `em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this songMy Shotguns are cold and hard, but my Desert is easyAnd my triggers are always talking about some squeeze me, squeeze meAnd for these fakers talking greezy, I`m starting the showMy Uzi got a drum roll, it goes...

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