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The Matches Shoot Me In The Smile

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog

a Hata All eyes on me While I'm at your table Take a shot, baby maybe two Bring out the devil Inside of U Just one shot, watch what I do Till

line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me

lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well, call me 40 Below Well, I could take a little cold shot And

wild Shoot 'em all down with the flash of your pearly smile Honey but you met your match tonight Oh that's right You think you'll knock me off my feet

me run up on yo' ass and you end up in the past When I buck 'em, touch 'em, fuck 'em, now you clutching laying down Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile

fist, brakin' out my list Of all the suckers I'm out to diss There's none to match me, or ever catch me Off my guard so they can scratch me Off the MC