Murs - No Shot lyrics

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Murs - No Shot lyrics

Made a million off a logo with my thumb up Y'all just getting in the game, 'cause you bu*t f** Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I sing it's cool) I feel like I'm the Messiah, a rebirth of creatures who bowing to the most high They knees hurt from praying to the whats his face, begging to be blessed There's something above me, I'm just a God of what's left, cut the check I was gone for a year off the fructose, Contemplating putting f**ing bullets in the suit coats, who knows Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter I worship from warships, play PGA courses, hit the AVN awards 'cause the p**n chicks need more dick I force fit, and put it in her body like a swordsmith, have her eating E pills like corn chips How you defeat a motherf**er with some body armor, Headshots turn him sweet and sour like an Arne Palmer Dalai Lama holy as me, got it locked holding the key No shots, no shots, no no Okay, n***as squading up again, wipe the nail polish and lipstick from these broads and get in this You talk it you don't live it, instead n***as flexin' on that sus sh**, Richard Simmons Can't stomach what you giving Start with body blows, give the beat a headshot Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red socks Trap k** a n***a, that manilla n***a Your boyfriend probably feeling better if I'm chilling with ya Like coughing up phlegm from an unfiltered cig, I'm the illest spitta A Dutch or a Swisher, you always want bigger Turn it up n***a 9th Wonder, beats stomp like blunt guts n***a This is most dope baby, what else could you want f** with that bottom shelf, nah choose us Mac showed me how to change my life in 2 months Tell my girl take out life insurance 'cause I do stunt (Yeah I do stunt) No shots, no shots, no no Let's continue the communition, all of my partners ripped to this life like Behind bars whenever we start a sentence And crunch time we play the game like it's Olympics n***as be flexin' in the booth, would've thought we was some gymnasts And that's without warming up, just raising the bar Most Dope, REMember Music, my clique be taking it far Got ties with the upper skies, we practice aviation All my peoples tryin' to reach billboards and new vacations So start hatin' if you wanna it's nothing new to us This extra sh** they doin' in they pool it ain't cool to us All them stunts, all them bunts wasn't out the park Fake sh** illuminate, once we pullin' out the dark So keep your mask on n***a play your position I brought some famish n***as with me to slay your condition And stop acting like you n***as came with permission One phone call could have the goonies turn this into friction No shots, no shots, no no I walk up in this b**h like I'm Kanye on a Friday Then hit the highway, man you gotta leave your driveway So I'm living every moment like it's f**ing my day And I need me a Beyonce for a fiancé, okay So please little n***a learn your lesson, before you count dollars you gotta count your blessings 2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting f**ed by their reverend So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause they'll look at you with some f**in' misconception Like Choo you do d**, like Choo you shoot slugs But nah Choo really in here with two s*uts We up, we in here to move bucks I know n***as with K K K's like Ku Klux Ain't no math test so choose up And if you looking for true sh** then choose us These lightskin girls trying to ruin my life 'Cause these straight legged dudes ain't doing 'em right Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie, pretty in the face but she need a little booty I got a brown chick that used to sell that white I told her if she go to jail then she failed at life I met her at Flog Gnaw, don't ask about paid dues I put the west coast on my back, and then I made moves Motherf**ers they must've forgot, now I'm back to rappin' like I gotta take my spot No shots 'cause I hate getting shot at John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (No shots) They tried to a**a**inate the God But motherf**er Jamla is the squad So what's the odds of you coming up, can't f** with Strange tuck ya chain if you runnin' up (No shots) Been at it for a decade plus, they only on they first tour and don't respect they bus 'Lil motherf**ers thinkin' they next up, you can't change these rules you got the game messed up Such and such just bought a new house Tell that little dude to holler when he twenty years out Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever went gold what he talking about That soundscan it don't make you dope I got underground fans that'll slit your throat Play this for a chick and watch her panties get soaked Now she nine months pregnant off some sh** that I wrote Oh, you make music for the stupidos, sing a nice hook but the game need a Rufio And I ain't f**in' with them roofies bro, I just mackin' leave that to the susios Dirty dirty like my mouth for the south is I wear the same Wans with all of my outfits Strange Music life yeah I'm really about this And if you disagree then put my dick where my mouth is No shots, nooo shots, no no

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