paroles de chanson Under Tha Gun - Tacet

(under the gun, under the gun, under the gun, bitch you)

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Another day, another homicide
But you talkin at me, now ya momma cry
He a dying sun, for a worthless sky
You ain't run up and gunned up, you lived a lie
You biting the bullet
I'm living the fullest
You biting my bullet
The trigger, i pull it
I ain't
Talking no diss, yea i'm talking bout facts
See i'm walking like this and, you talking bout trash
Bring ya bitch in this shit, now my music like crack
I be "living this shit", so you sing about that
No i am not
Mr. duckworth
I am much worse
With my blood thirst
Fuck a concert
Bring the blood first
Now you spinning and singing
Thinking what's worse?
I said
Hands in the sky if you fuck with Young -T
I said
Hands in the sky if ya stomp a bitch teeth
Hand on my gun, I am the one
Answer to none, This is the fun
Where i done come from
Listen to him, Dissing ya friend?
Cardinal sin, The end
Ya fucked up, Now you lost him

(under the gun, under the gun, under the gun, bitch you under the gun)

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