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jarren benton - gun shot كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: charles manson]
maybe i should have k!lled 4- 5 hundred people, then i would have felt better
then i would have felt like i really offered the society something
you know, if i wanted to k!ll somebody
i’d take this book and beat you to death with it, and i wouldn’t feel a thing
it would be just like walking to the drugstore

[verse 1: jarren benton]
yeah, burna by my side i’m huey newton in a wicked chair
wrist frostbit, everywhere i go the b-tch is there
ice cold benton ligaments inside the fridge again
told my mama “fuck school, ‘ima be a billionare”
my heart a ice box fur on my back, that’s white fox
niggas hit the block, put crack inside they white socks
the shit that niggas do to get a buck or two, let a couple loose now they pourin’ out a couple brews
dearly departed, i’m k!lling these artists
i don’t give a fuck about a plaque, they gon’ feel me regardless
i need´that dumbbread, i’m so sick i might cut off a fucking nun’s head
i’m the future, b-tch i have never had my palms red
i might throw gold at the bottom of my teeth
i’m a problem for you geeks
never modest, i’m a beast
parallel to hell, blauw niggas catch a pair of shells
swing the iron at you niggas diddy with the kettlebell

[hook
one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet?
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

[verse 2
drugs, liqour, guns, drugs, liqour, guns
pull a razor out my gums liqour on my tongue
i sniff gunpowder and i eat metal bullets
stomp you to death infront of the pigs and sell the footage
real savage with a still ratchet
fuck you in the -ss with a gun, make you a real f-ggot
let’s get these pills crackin’, let’s make these mils’ matchin’
houses and cars under the stars cause we been slackin’
i’m so relaxed knowing how to soak a match
you want me on your tracks then i’m gonna overtax
snap a fast cause’ i use a packets crack
i ain’t got no mercy no mo’ cause they ain’t got my back
pussy, i’m drizzy on back to back, nas on ether or biggie on life after death
i call on my goons like “who we slapping next?”
i have em’ blowing in the metal, and no it ain’t the clarinet

[hook
one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet?
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

[verse 3
heater by my side, i can feel the cold
open up the oven, got a sheet of dough
tell you keep it blunt
if you see the dough, run you mouth until it’s time stand to see it, though
tell you never grow, b-tch i see the dough
humble but i rumble like muhammed ali in the jungle, with these demons with george foreman
i’m george foreman when the mike titans like mike tyson
tell my sugar ray [?] is gonna pinch right through the darkness, this is life, fight it
think outside the box, pack it up like you got lots of it
fell in love with thots [?] expose like they got cardigans
i was getting carted, hopping trains cause’ i have to measure
drive got me a car, for insurance i got half a gecko
racketball been back and forth with paddles on and adderals
focus on this boat [?]
cause’ there is big fish in the ocean that came from little ponds
[?] said i feel it never happened, lord it’s

[hook
one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet?
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
am i dead yet
one time more

one shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot
leave it dead on the floor

- jarren benton

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