Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - We Them Muthafuck@s lyrics

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We walk around like what's popping in this motherfucker

Outlaws like we went Pac up in this motherfucker

Motherfucker, get shot up in this motherfucker

Call me, shit, we'll get something hot up in your motherfucker

Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G

I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty

We ain't worried about a motherfucker thing

Shoe motherfucker Gang, we them motherfucker man

If you never won a war, then you don't want no war

I'mma flatline a motherfucker like a fucking underscore

No give a fuck nor shit, got my Chucks on

With my [?] black belt, call me Chuck Norris

If you see the exit then you need to run for it

When the Tommy aim, turn you to Tommy Hanks, "Run Forrest"

I'm find and fuck your bitch, she pull out them soft tits

I'mma lick alcohol off her, alcoholic

Yeah we giving out the flus

Unless your names Oscar Pistorius, you ain't running shit without the Shoes

I got a big chopper that'll fuck up your day

My weapons blast, wet ya ass like a fucking bidet

I'm on, get the fuck out my way

And I'm on some phone sex shit, fuck what you say

Call me leaf blower, I'mma blow my grass

Too smooth to moon, still I'mma show my ass

I can hardly walk but someone'll drop me off

Hopefully a young tender, possibly a bartender

Once you top me off, I'mma ask her to top me off

Games cold, no hockey talk

Got a prob? We can get down like the hum drums

In this clique I come from, we don't run from

If I shoot it, you won't be fine nigger

This ain't Call of Duty, you won't respawn nigger

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If a nigger get to beefing, I'mma blam blam Tecs

I'mma stretch a nigga out like some damn spandex

Yeah my [?] got next, now your run is at the end

Y'all some fucking has beens like Van Damme

I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind, y'all ain't stopping that

Let these bullets holler at your spine, call it hollow back

Copy that, I'll be there pistol waving bout major business, no business major

Tell the refs throw a flag cuz we on the field tripping

Y'all got class while my nigger field tripping

I'mma motherfucking ride along, that's the wheel spinning

We them motherfuckers, fuck whoever feel different

I spit that venomous shit, reminiscent of a killer

Cobra cold as the winter in December, sinister flow nigger it's over

Nigger I told you!

We barging our way up in this spot, bro

Speaking of a killer cobra, we the fucking killer COB, bro

Frame all tatted up, dames all gathered up

Get em to my place, get em home late

Get to 4th base like a home plate

Swinging wood like this baseball, batter up

I kill em when they saw my chain, chainsaw massacre

Okay you probably woke up in a new Bugatti

But I woke up with your boo, finally do your boo in a used jalopy

I'm driving your wife crazy like your lady is my passenger

You can bet I smash it because I wreck your marriage like wedding crashers

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