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Robin Thicke Evolution of Robin Thicke Shooter I heard some shouts like Down on the floor Then even louder we go shooters I turned around I was starin' at chrome Shotgun watches door got security good Jumped right over counter Pointed gun and wink, he tell her I'm your shooter My hands up, My hands up, They want me with my hands up Oh Shooter My hands up, My hands up, They want me with my hands up No Shooter Theives flyin off at the mouth Talkin bout dumpin and wettin me something Now their attentions on me cause I don't look scared enough Their callin' my bluff With all these riches and all these switches But ain't no donoughts around They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter My hands up, They want me with my hands up Oh Shooter My hands up- hands up, They want me with my hands up No Shooter Lady walks into a shotgun surprise Dropped to her knees saw her life 'fore her eyes He said Bitch is gonna get it Everybody gon' regret it I'm your Shooter My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh Shooter My hands up, My hands up, They want me with my hands up No Shooter They want me with my hands up Oh Shooter My hands up, My hands up, They really really want it Oh Shooter |
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