Dark Lo and Harry Fraud - Shots Ringing (feat. 38 Spesh)

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Chorus 1 (Dark Lo)

Gunshots was ringing, fat lady singing
You acting like a demon, then you started screamin'
Lay low out in Phoenix, keep my name the cleanest
You better keep ya steamers, I be fuckin' singers
I aint miss once, fuck a gun you gon' miss ya fronts
You dinner like I missed lunch (I'm hungry)
Peep his body in the yard slumped (He dead)
They can diss me all they want, I'll take on yall all at once (lets get it)

Verse 1 (Dark Lo)

Y'all got a head start, now i'm back i got ahead and park
I never sleep like Im scared of dark (Working)
This is street art ,Op shoppin' throw him in the cart
We Smell his blood, throw him with the sharks
This is beast mode, I done lost control
Ali on the ropes. Got him with the quotes
Play my shit, then you take a dose (play it)
Who want him dead, then we takin' votes
Might crack a smile, but I aint for jokes
This is all written, play your position
Fans rush the kitchen
Got sentenced it was worse than lynchin'
No lawyer, you got their defensive
Career criminal not to mention

Chorus 2 (Dark Lo)

Gunshots was ringing, fat lady singing
You acting like a demon, then you started screamin'
Lay low out in Phoenix, keep my name the cleanest
You better keep ya steamers, I be fuckin' singers
I aint miss once, fuck a gun you gon' miss ya fronts
You dinner like I missed lunch (I'm hungry)
Peep his body in the yard slumped (He dead)
They can diss me all they want, I'll take on yall all at once (lets get it)

Verse 2 (38 Spesh)

Ayo, it's hard to fail when your profit rise
Big weight, my scales was never pocket sized
I was 19 coppin' 5
When my plug called that time, I had cried like my pops had died
In my garage where the Porsche is put
New GT 3, come see how 500 horses look
I got an office where the soft is cooked
Only hire certain people, I'm real cautious from the losses took
You know what happen when I call the crook
His girl was pregnant, he ain't get to see how his daughter look
Nigga bring me his head on a hook
They blew his head to pieces, they couldn't bring it so they brought his foot (trust)

Chorus 3 (Dark Lo)

Gunshots was ringing, fat lady singing
You acting like a demon, then you started screamin'
Lay low out in Phoenix, keep my name the cleanest
You better keep ya steamers, I be fuckin' singers
I aint miss once, fuck a gun you gon' miss ya fronts
You dinner like I missed lunch (I'm hungry)
Peep his body in the yard slumped (He dead)
They can diss me all they want, I'll take on yall all at once (lets get it)

Written by:
Charles Salley, Justin Harrell, Rory William Quigley

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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