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Heat Under The Baby Seat



Lupe Fiasco - Heat Under The Baby Seat - Текст песни

Now Little Terry got a gun he got from the store


He bought it with the money he got it from his chores


He robbed the candy shop told her lay down on the floor


Put the cookies in bag take the pennies out the drawer


Little Chalil got a gun he got from the rebels to kill the infidels and American devils


A bomb on his waist a mask on his face prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal


Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad


That he snuck into school in his black book bag


His black nail polish black books and black hat


He gonna' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass


Little Joker got a gun he bought on the street


To go and kill the that beat him up last week


Cause he don't let go of none of his past beefs


Bullets flying out the window shells landing on the seats


Little Sarah got a gun from her Uncle Sam


She got armour piercing rounds and her gun don't jam


She got lasers got rockets


She killing to go to college


She thought it was an insurgent it was some old man


Now You can get guns on the internet


AK's, Glocks, Nines, Inatechs,


So when you see shorty don't disrespect


Watch Better Tomorrow and play Grand Theft Auto


Get Back
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