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      Robin Thicke

      Album: The Evolution Of Robin Thicke

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      Robin Thicke - Shooter Música y Letra

      (Feat. LiL Wayne) 
      
      Yea, yea, yea 
      Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot 
      rapid fire, what you know about it 
      I brought my homie along for the ride 
      He strapped, he can't wait to come out the barrel 
      
      I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor" 
      Then even louder we got shooters, shooter 
      I turn around, I was starin' at chrome 
      Shotgun watches door, got security good 
      Jumped right over counter 
      Pointed gun at winking teller 
      I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter 
      
      My hands up, my hands up 
      They want me with my hands up 
      Oh, shooter 
      My hands up, my hands up 
      They want me with my hands up 
      Oh, shooter 
      
      I think they want me to surrender 
      But no, I can't do it 
      I think they want me to surrender 
      But no, I can't do it 
      
      So many doubt 'cause I come from the South 
      But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out 
      Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake 
      I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake 
      I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake 
      Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face 
      They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen 
      Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow 
      
      With all these riches and, all these riches 
      But ain't no loaners around 
      They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that 
      Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that 
      Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter 
      
      Put my hands up 
      They want me with my hands up

      Robin Thicke - Shooter Música y Letra

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