paroles de chanson Guns out Gaffy - B$N

(Intro)

We got the guns out
It go ratatatata, I'm from the brum town
Singing nah nah nah nah nah until the suns down
Running da da da da da to score a touchdown
We got it shut down
We getting mad P
I was pushing weight up in the gym like I was gaffy
Drop him at the station take the train up to the county
You ain't getting paid until you make it with the grand
You know lil Aymans in his bag

It go bam bam
I got a switch it's going psycho like it's Santan
I seen the bitch and it's like five are tryna gangbang
Fell off a cliff like PSY he stuck in Gangnam
He made of stick and if it's right you can't hangman
I'm watching when I see her
It go ratatatatata like it's onomatopoeia
This that gun talk knife stab, I don't wanna kill him
Say another word this machetes going ching ching
I was in the trap and I just heard another ring ring
Sniper in the back to kiss his face and leave him lipstick
I just bought a strap for my Patek and it don't tick tick
Tried to get a patch and spin the record like I'm slick rick

We got the guns out
It go ratatatata, I'm from the brum town
Singing nah nah nah nah nah until the suns down
Running da da da da da to score a touchdown
We got it shut down
We getting mad P
I was pushing weight up in the gym like I was gaffy
Drop him at the station take the train up to the county
You ain't getting paid until you make it with the grand
You know lil Aymans in his bag

Got me shopping I don't know the price
I been on the roads and getting checks like I just signed with nike
I was in a Beamer, tryna speed like I was tryna die
I can't roll with Fila, no adidas but I got my stripes
Sorry I don't want a wife
All my niggas getting paid
I pray for all the fallen hope they all can see the heaven gates
Slave in my DNA I gotta get a tennis chain
I pray you see the better days
All my youngers selling cake
Serve it with some lemonade

We got the guns out
It go ratatatata, I'm from the brum town
Singing nah nah nah nah nah until the suns down
Running da da da da da to score a touchdown
We got it shut down
We getting mad P
I was pushing weight up in the gym like I was gaffy
Drop him at the station take the train up to the county
You ain't getting paid until you make it with the grand
You know lil Aymans in his bag