Willie D - Gun Talk Lyrics

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Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da - da - da - da - da

Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine

Willie D

Retreat or get hit

I'm loved by few, hated by many

But guess what?

I don't give a shit

[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]

Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama

Finna heat this muthafucka up like Texas in the summer

Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly

Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly

My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial

I see caskets in your muthafuckin future

If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitch

Cause this rotten nigga's ain't never gonna be shit

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Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough

Cause I stopped knockin bitches out when my nuts got bigger

Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga

Trigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin balls

I have the paramedics cleanin out your fuckin drawers

They put my muthafuckin homie in the slammer, black

For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack

Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it out

Pork made when I hit a cop

I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures

My adversary makin wishes

But I ain't sparin them bitches

I let my gun talk

Let it talk, nigga

Let it, let it, let it, let it

I let my gun talk (2x)

[ CHORUS: Young Noble

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