Juan Michael OG - Shoot from the Hip

I cannot fuck with the nigga unless we going partner and make us some money
These niggas broke
Sharing they clothes
Get around hoes and act funny
I cant recruit you to shit
I loosen your lips and stick in a dick
They say ima dick
They say ima ass
I’m one you can kiss
You wanna fuck with a nigga like me
You gotta have the credential
I’m in the place where you wanna be
Standing on top of the missle
You saying the game is yours
I did not hear a whistle
I’m taking shit on them niggas
I know I’m getting em pissed though
I came in the club with my fist
You came in the club with a pistol
You the first one aiming the bitch
You a faggot for playing with sticks hoe
Next now I’m playing the grinch
I snatch it I’m taking the stick bro
Reversal and empty the clip
The first one is piercing his lip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Thirty five
Thirty eight
Ima raise the murder rate
Single handedly state to state
Yeah in every way
Thirty five
Thirty eight
Ima raise the murder rate
Ima raise the murder rate
Jingle bells
I ring alarms
I’ll send you to hell
Niggas bearing arms
Call that heavy handed
I think I’m from Atlantis
My best friend speaking Spanish
With freaky deaky antics
Yeah I love to fuck
But I’m so romantic
Gave that bitch some flowers from all the seeds I planted
All these niggas see me play and they can’t fucking stand it
That’s why they still on the bench
And I’m still standing
I don’t play games I’m just playing with they minds now
She be acting so surprised when looking in my eyes now
Bitch I had long day suck me til I wind down
And I’m always turnt so she’ll be sucking me for life now
Yeah I’m all in it
She authentic
Dick all in it aye
My bitch
She paw printed
Blues clues did it
Blues clues did it aye
I cannot fuck with the nigga unless we going partner and make us some money
These niggas broke
Sharing they clothes
Get around hoes and act funny
I cant recruit you to shit
I loosen your lips and stick in a dick
They say ima dick
They say ima ass
I’m one you can kiss
You wanna fuck with a nigga like me
You gotta have the credential
I’m in the place where you wanna be
Standing on top of the missle
You saying the game is yours
I did not hear a whistle
I’m taking shit on them niggas
I know I’m getting em pissed though
I came in the club with my fist
You came in the club with a pistol
You the first one aiming the bitch
You a faggot for playing with sticks hoe
Next now I’m playing the grinch
I snatch it I’m taking the stick bro
Reversal and empty the clip
The first one is piercing his lip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip

Written by:
Juan Culbreath

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