Print

Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran Free all the shootas (Yeah) Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No, no) If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No) Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah) I do stunts like Jackie Chan I just touched down in Japan ([?]) Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands In the A, where I'm with the sand I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot) I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah) But I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands Ice so cold, can't feel my hands I can't go to work for nobody Bitch I got my own bodies (Yeah) Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet Bodies go to droppin' this only [?] Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas (Ah) Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want? Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle Pray for my rubber band shooting my [?] (What?) I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible Letras de cancionesThinkin' of bringin' home [?] survivors Jump off the towel, money and power Send me the world but you nothin' but a coward (Wooh) [?] named Broward, students at Howard (Yeah) Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power ([?]) [?] blue eyed eyeball [?] can't touch her for hours Think of my lick, got a stick in my trouser Real [?] shit, runnin' the powder Flack on your casket, get used to seeing flowers Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' you now (Gucci) I see my opp then I'm gunnin' him down (Graow) Tell my lawyer here to start pointin' him out (Him) Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him) Gave him [?] and he don't say a sound Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No, no) If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No) Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah) I do stunts like Jackie Chan I just touched down in Japan ([?]) Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands In the A, where I'm with the sand I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot) I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah) But I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands Ice so cold, can't feel my hands (So icy) Real shooter been reckless (Uh) Put them boys on my guest list (Woah) 50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word) If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah) It's just automatic reflexes (Woo) Got two bad bitches from Texas (Yeah) I might slap a hoe if she messy (Ah) I burn them off for my kids Damn, I'm legit Pour the Johnson with the shit (Who?) I break 'em off like a KitKat Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kick back I'm a mother fuckin' veteran, Obama is my president Might pull up to your residence Might fire, bitch we negligent Open fire, I might fine ya Pin the house, might blind ya Damn my conduct so disorderly I check the nigga quarterly They closin' up the doors for me Might slip, my drip too watery You can blame it on the saucery Eat a pew, bitch, take it overly From Letras Mania