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Oh shooter Lyricsby Robin Thicke Buy album CD: The Evolution Of Robin Thicke 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
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