CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 35 Shots*
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Ayo, KAMI, slap them hoes)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin
I hope that I make it to Heaven
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
If you come in my life, don’t leave, I ain't gon' beg you, please
But please do right by me, 'cause even the blind can see
She ain't got time for me, lil' b*t*h, would you die for me?
Motherf**ker, can you ride for me?
All alone by myself but this Glock keep me company
Just like the trash, them boys wanna dump at me
B*t*h, I ran up my cash, them girls wanna hunch on me
F**k in the mornin' and give her some Sunny D
Yeah, ayy, same young n***a, but I'm just gettin’ older
People start to change, so my heart gettin’ colder
Rocks on my chain like a n***a had a boulder
I done kill both n***as then this sh*t called Ebola
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin (35 shots like Kevin)
I hope that I make it to Heaven (Hope that I make it to Heaven)
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven (Like nine-eleven)
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
I know that the way that I feel is irrelevant
You ain't gotta say it, I just be feelin’ it
Man, the vibe in the air, man, a n***a inhalin' it
That sh*t keep killin' me
Ayy, I go through a lot, it's a lot on my back
They tell me to chill, they tell me relax
I know they don't love me and that sh*t a fact
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, I load all my guns and I'm finna shoot
Call up my troops, they come let 'em loose
Man, these n***as keep duckin' from me like a goose
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Pull up and shoot, we lettin' it loose
You know what it do, we comin' at you
We aimin' at you and that choppa go loose, yeah, yeah
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin
I hope that I make it to Heaven
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first 'cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Top Shotta, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Ayo, KAMI, slap them hoes)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin
I hope that I make it to Heaven
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
If you come in my life, don’t leave, I ain't gon' beg you, please
But please do right by me, 'cause even the blind can see
She ain't got time for me, lil' b*t*h, would you die for me?
Motherf**ker, can you ride for me?
All alone by myself but this Glock keep me company
Just like the trash, them boys wanna dump at me
B*t*h, I ran up my cash, them girls wanna hunch on me
F**k in the mornin' and give her some Sunny D
Yeah, ayy, same young n***a, but I'm just gettin’ older
People start to change, so my heart gettin’ colder
Rocks on my chain like a n***a had a boulder
I done kill both n***as then this sh*t called Ebola
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin (35 shots like Kevin)
I hope that I make it to Heaven (Hope that I make it to Heaven)
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven (Like nine-eleven)
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
I know that the way that I feel is irrelevant
You ain't gotta say it, I just be feelin’ it
Man, the vibe in the air, man, a n***a inhalin' it
That sh*t keep killin' me
Ayy, I go through a lot, it's a lot on my back
They tell me to chill, they tell me relax
I know they don't love me and that sh*t a fact
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, I load all my guns and I'm finna shoot
Call up my troops, they come let 'em loose
Man, these n***as keep duckin' from me like a goose
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Pull up and shoot, we lettin' it loose
You know what it do, we comin' at you
We aimin' at you and that choppa go loose, yeah, yeah
Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin
I hope that I make it to Heaven
Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven
Put a Percocet in my beverage
Shoot first 'cause it give me leverage
Last n***a I shot, he ain't tell it
Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Top Shotta, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
