paroles de chanson Shooter - Casanova , Papoose

I'm a shooter
Look down on my side,
I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth,
They spread rumours
None of these lame niggas
Can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us?
You're talk go through us

Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
I told you I'm a shooter

Three felonies is what
They gave me (uhuh)
Predicate felon is what
They named me (that's my rep)
They threw shots,
Them shits grazed me (uhuh)
I threw shots, it got crazy
Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head
I ain't got no opps no more,
They all dead
Brother you're sick of shit,
Your boy fever
My life thrill,
I belong in the Don Diva (put me on it)
I can make you a believer (what)
Where's love when
You need her (fuck love)
You ever gave a dollar to a preacher?
Just to find out he'll leave you
Hold up, I need a breather
I won't believe me either
Hold up, I need a breather
I won't believe me either

I'm a shooter
Look down on my side,
I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth,
They spread rumours
None of these lame niggas
Can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us?
Your talk go though us

Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
I told you I'm a shooter

Me and constituents notice
How much a bitch you is
We don't care how rich you is,
Llit you is 'cause its frivolous
To judge you by residues
Just, makes it all ridiculous
We're just tryna size up
A casket that we could fit you in
Everybody got their own issues,
No one is issue-less
But I'm a straight shooter,
My missiles'll fish you, dish you, bitch
Bussing shots at me and missing,
That cancelled Christmas, prick

Burn you like a mistress
With syphilis who promiscuous
Embark premises within
Visions of dark images
New beginning,
Papoose is penning the bar genesis
Smart lyricist from a country
That robs innocence
Daily depart ignorance,
Nigga, we arch nemesis
Ask if I got something to give
You and I'ma give you this
Fully loaded clip in this pistol,
You on the menu, bitch
Wanna hold somethin', you owe me
'Cause I'ma lend you this
Pistol whip, continue to end you
'Cause it's continous

I'm a shooter
Look down on my side
, I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth,
Tthey spread rumours
None of these lame niggas
Can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us?
Your talk go though us

Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
Sent the haters on over to the E.R
I told you I'm a shooter