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lirik lagu shots fired! – c. venus

vo gotta swag like gohan
cv got a beam like piccolo
i been dodgin’ 12 like my name deuce bigalow
off with the sack, crack backs like a gigolo
head from a white b-tch, she never said nigga doe
pillsbury dope boy, yeah i need bigger dough
in the basement ain’t rhyming wit tigga doe
i’m the phantom of the opera, figaro figaro

yall ain’t ready for the crack back
wanna send shots? i’m bouta hafta smack that boy with a punchline, eight trays like the lunch line
boy you lay the ball up and i punch mine

i used to have drivers when i was fancy
transcend the matrix through geomancy
i’m not bouta play with you f-ckin pansies
my vacuum seal still in the upper pantry
but you cannot fathom the implications
smoke in the air, it’s an indication
i got supporters in plenty nations
take over the airwave of indie stations
i’m hooked on phonics but not phoenician
i got some secrets i’m not releasing
wishing you suckers would stop policing
birdies in bath and i drop the grease in
i’m on the break and yo whistle broke
hitting my girl with a different stroke
take it from cv, official quote
my representation is pistol smoke

(hook)

ray gun with the reflex, concealing small arms like a t-rex
bouta intervene and readjust defects
i can see ya heart beating through your v-necks
i got the glow so i got the lead
yo girl is a hoe if she drop the weed
if you ain’t on point i will catch you slippin
when shots gettin fired, i bet you dippin
reload and then show em the new attachment
i meet the plug and read through his accent
achieving samadhi, i’m out my body
they ask how i do it: it’s through detachment
i’m on a roll and been teaching yoga
my bank account need that medici quota
neighborhood finna get shut down
justice as soon as i touch down!

(hook)

i do the magic and read qabbalah
she bring me cash and i freak her dollar
up in the air, she’s a frequent flyer
i told her the dress with the sequins flyer
you better duck when i’m on the block
house on the moon, i don’t own a clock
taking my aim, leaning on the stock
drinking ambrosia, it’s on the rocks
i got the knowledge of ancient colleges
just sold a vick to a g-y biologist
people be missing the point of life
i pull out a sword while you point a knife
baking a cookie, it’s made of weed
they raping the earth and they made her bleed
don’t take offense at the f-cking truth
talkin my shit in the f-cking booth!

but you cannot fathom the implications
smoke in the air, it’s an indication
i got supporters in plenty nations
take over the airwave of indie stations
i’m on the break and yo whistle broke
hitting my girl with a different stroke
take it from cv, official quote
my representation is pistol smoke!

- c venus

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