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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 Letras de cancionesI 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? You're 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, lit 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, they spread rumours None of these lame niggas can't do nothing to us Do somethin' to us? You're 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 From Letras Mania