For The Love Of Guns Lyrics

[Chorus:]

I don't Give A Fuck, Bitch You Betta Run

I'm Livin (Livin For The Love Of My Guns Muthafucka)

Put The Safety Off, Bustin Tears Down

I'm Livin For The Love Of Guns

[Verse 1:]

Ima Stay Unloaded Clips, From The Lpg

Ima Gangsta Bitch, Not Too Many Tricks Can Fuck Wit This

So Think Twice Before You Wanna Start Some Shit

Roll A 6-4, Gotta Light A Dome, Gotta Sharp A Blow

Gotta 9 Milimeter And A Clean.44 That'll Blast Yo Ass

If U Take The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash

And She Wants It Fast

Give Me All That You Got Homeboy

'Cuz This Cuete That I Got Aint A Toy

It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead

Throw Yo Head, Make One Funny Move

And Yo Ass Is Dead

And Yes It Gets Me Off, When I Hear The Shots

It Makes Me Cum When I Feel The Pop

Nothin Like The Sound Of My 9 Or A Glock

Besides A Down-Ass Vato With A Big Held Cock

[Chorus]

[Mr. Sancho:]

Sancho Muthafucka, Wit A Gangsta Twist

I'm Here Ta Represent Tha South With A Gangsta Bitch

We Double Team The Competition And Load The Amunition

So She Can Rock The Cock While I Cock The Glock
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Pop, Pop Drive-By An Er'ybody 'cuz I Wont Stop

Trumpin Up The Right Beat

Guaranteed To Be High If You Wanna Chance To Threat

Fuck You Up Rat An I'll Neva Hesitate To Put A Hole In Your Chest

You Best Run And Hide Homie You Wont Survive

I Got Sancha An Nina Puto, Ready To Ride

Cuz We Lite Up The Gun, And Can Put Up The Gun

Still Ride To The Death Homie, There's No Way To Run

Lowpro Represent Pitbulls On The Loose

Fuck You, Sancho Breakin All The Rules

[Chorus]

Fuckin You In The Bed, While I'm Givin You Head

Feria Too, You Think I'm Playin Foo'

I don't Give A Fuck Throw Ya In A Blood Poo'

The Sound Of My Gun Make My Pussy Lips Droo'

It Gets Me Wet, It Makes Me Sweat

Let It Go, Bitch You Wont Regret

Cuz My Gunshots Flyin, An These Sorry Vatos Always Dyin

Go Ahead Keep Tryin, Fuck You

If You Aint 619'n

Aint Got No Time, Aint Got Nothin Else On My Mind

Besides Robbin Suckers, Who Think That Sancha Is Their Lover

I Got A Love Of Glass, So Give It Up Ese

Give Me All Your Stash, Cuz I don't Want No Love

I Got Enough Muthafuckas Thata Wanna Fuck

But Righ Now Makin Love To My Gun

Bitch You Betta Run Fast, Hide, Or Duck

(Chorus 2x)