97 lyrics for "Gun (hey), gun (hey), gun (hey), gun (hey)"
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill? Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach? 'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me Hold on, shut up,
Play'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way The first
PlayThere were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked
PlayAin't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're
PlayI swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror
PlayYou can see my tears, in the rain Hey, Heyin the rain hey, heyin the rain Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same All around the world it’s just the same, same, same Nah, so I let it rain Every day I, wake up, to the same shit In the same house,
PlayHey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to
PlayOh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement
PlayUh, I see 'em try but they can’t do what I do What I do, what I do, what I do Yeah, And I’m gon’ die before the day that I lose, That I lose, that I lose, that I lose Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka Bring the horns in like I am the band
PlayI been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns... Yo, I got straps - we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O -
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