Casanova - Shooter lyrics

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Casanova - Shooter lyrics

[Hook: Papoose] I'm a shooter Look down on my side, I got the Ruger Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours None of these lame n***as can't do nothing to us Do somethin' to us? You're talk go though us Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R I told you I'm a shooter [Verse 1: Ca**anova] Three felonies is what they gave me (uhuh) [??] felon is what they names me (that's my rep) They threw shots, them sh**s grazed me (uhuh) I threw shots, it got crazy Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head I ain't got no opps no more, they all dead [??] you're sick of sh**, your boy fever My life thrill, I belong in the [??] (put me on it) I can make you a believer (what) Where's love when you need it (f** love) You ever gave a dollar to a preacher? Just to find out he'll leech you Hold up, I need a breather I won't believe me either Hold up, I need a breather I won't believe me either [Hook: Papoose] I'm a shooter Look down on my side, I got the Ruger Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours None of these lame n***as can't do nothing to us Do somethin' to us? You're talk go though us Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R I told you I'm a shooter [Verse 2: Papoose] Me and constituents notice how much a b**h you is We don't care how rich you is, lit you is 'cause its frivolous to judge you by residues Just, makes it all ridiculous We're just tryna size up a casket that we could fit you in Everybody got their own issues, no one is issue-less But I'm a straight shooter, my missiles'll fish you, dish you, b**h Bussing shots at me and missing, that cancelled Christmas, prick Burn you like mistress with [??], promiscuous And ball premises with envisions of dog images New beginning, Papoose is penning the ball genesis Smart lyricist from a country that roasts innocents Daily depart ignorance, n***a, we arch nemesis Ask if I got something to give and I'ma give you this Fully loaded clip in this pistol, you on the menu, b**h Wanna hold somethin', you owe me 'cause I'ma lend you this Pistol whip, continue to end you 'cause it's continous [Hook: Papoose] I'm a shooter Look down on my side, I got the Ruger Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours None of these lame n***as can't do nothing to us Do somethin' to us? You're talk go though us Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R Sent the haters on over to the E.R I told you I'm a shooter