Pi'erre Bourne My Shooter текст песни, слова песни My Shooter Pi'erre Bourne
Pi'erre Bourne - My Shooter
Four-five on my hip
Shoot through your car door
Shout out to Cardo
Shawty like a four-five on my-
Yeah, yeah
[Pi'erre Bourne:]
Shawty like a four-five on my hip
No tap water, wait, I got drip, wait
Sauce on me, wait, like how I spill, wait
Beverly Hills, no Jack and Jill, wait
Shawty like a four-five on my hip
No tap water, wait, I got drip, wait
Sauce on me, wait, like how I spill, wait
Beverly Hills, no Jack and Jill, wait (yeah, yeah)
All y'all niggas pressed, hit it when I flex, yeah
Stomp the yard, better watch your step please
Living large, wait, tell me where my check, yeah
Man this hard, ooh it's next, we don't know what's next
Ain't no real, ain't no frill niggas left, wait
Ain't no real, ain't no frill niggas left, wait
Stealing hoes that's theft, wait
Giving game, that's prep, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty like a four-five on my hip
No tap water, wait, I got drip, wait
Sauce on me, wait, like how I spill, wait
Beverly Hills, no Jack and Jill, wait
Shawty like a four-five on my hip
No tap water, wait, I got drip, wait
Sauce on me, wait, like how I spill, wait
Beverly Hills, no Jack and Jill (Yeah, yeah)
[Pi'erre Bourne & André 3000:]
Four-five on my hip
Shawty like a four-five on my-
Yeah, yeah
Shoot through your car door
Shout out to Cardo
[Pi'erre Bourne:]
Ayy, smoke this blunt I feel fine, ayy
Ayy, smoke this blunt I feel fine, ayy
Ayy, smoke this blunt I feel fine, ayy
Ayy, smoke this blunt I feel fine, ayy
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