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clips, shoot! - sam r i lyrics

[verse 1]
we get money but we never payin tax (payin tax)
what i carry if you tried you break ya back (break ya back)
yo, my pistol got a band, he wit da drum (wit da drum)
metal be hot i send a sh*ll it singe ya tongue (singe ya tongue)
choppa got no love but i promise not from tennessee
clip his arm and leg, still he talkin’ in his head is three
we all know he faking boy he snaking make him shed his skin
open up this mag, then his casket then let em in

[verse 2]
cop a chain, get it tucked. i got range, plus a buck
make it rain, yea we up. yеah my crew what yo crew not
you want fame, but you suck. think yo brain, miss a chunk
pop ya facе, like a bug. yea we shoot what you do not
you is not, what u claim. get a job, you a lame
you ain’t hot, you ain’t flame. yeah my crew what yo crew not
you got shot, round my way. you get tossed in a lake
with ya squad and them chains. yeah we shoot what you do not

[chorus]
clip shoot, clip shoot, clip shoot, clip shoot
tell ’em you gon meet ya maker real soon (real soon)
clip shoot, clip shoot, clip shoot, clip shoot
tell ’em you gon meet ya maker real soon (real soon)

- sam r i lyrics

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