Danny Brown - Shootin' Moves lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Shootin' Moves lyrics]
Piranhas, stay on my toes like orthodon'tists
Dopeman Nikes, George Costanza
Nigga, it's colonic when I vomit
Get in niggas ass
You's a fag just for thinking gay
Nigga you an entree
Better yet an Hors D'ouvre
Nigga you a cold sore
Lips of a prostitute, buff-ass nigga
Having trouble with the childproof
Nigga outlined you
Don't make me go back to that
Nigga on a Mongoose rest in peace Ron Gook
Sitting in a old school
Smoking on some Goku, buds like Dragon Balls
Tequila with the lime juice
Times two cyborgs
Smoking on some grapefruit, hoes come twice
But, it's three if I eat
The cooch, peach coop, no roof
When my hoes coming through
My bitches rap better than you
So quit worrying about what I'm gon' do
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
I'm shooting moves
So nigga quit worrying, 'bout what I'm doing
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
My nigga, I'm shooting moves
So nigga quit worrying, 'bout what I'm doing
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
My nigga, I'm shooting moves
Used to wait for the Dexter
Smoking on that Newport
Stacks in the Foamposite
Work in the Jansport praying for a personal
Every time I go to court
Eastland shopping bag, ho's at the food court
Around the time you got your
Sounds put in that mammoth
I was on Clairmount, 3 for 10 slanging
Shining like the silver on a Air Max '95
Took this rap shit serious about in '05
Got these niggas scared
Ask them if I'm lying
Because I shit on niggas bar
For bar without trying
Ain't in your top three? Then bitch
You can't count
Only thing that makes sense is dollar amount
Ounce to the face, stank go to waste
You still tryna find a place
To record your mixtape
This ain't here for ya
Even Jesus tried to break
Teeth for dropping vocals
Dopeman Nikes, George Costanza
Nigga, it's colonic when I vomit
Get in niggas ass
You's a fag just for thinking gay
Nigga you an entree
Better yet an Hors D'ouvre
Nigga you a cold sore
Lips of a prostitute, buff-ass nigga
Having trouble with the childproof
Nigga outlined you
Don't make me go back to that
Nigga on a Mongoose rest in peace Ron Gook
Sitting in a old school
Smoking on some Goku, buds like Dragon Balls
Tequila with the lime juice
Times two cyborgs
Smoking on some grapefruit, hoes come twice
But, it's three if I eat
The cooch, peach coop, no roof
When my hoes coming through
My bitches rap better than you
So quit worrying about what I'm gon' do
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
I'm shooting moves
So nigga quit worrying, 'bout what I'm doing
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
My nigga, I'm shooting moves
So nigga quit worrying, 'bout what I'm doing
Cause, I could give a flying
Fuck about what you doing
My nigga, I'm shooting moves
Used to wait for the Dexter
Smoking on that Newport
Stacks in the Foamposite
Work in the Jansport praying for a personal
Every time I go to court
Eastland shopping bag, ho's at the food court
Around the time you got your
Sounds put in that mammoth
I was on Clairmount, 3 for 10 slanging
Shining like the silver on a Air Max '95
Took this rap shit serious about in '05
Got these niggas scared
Ask them if I'm lying
Because I shit on niggas bar
For bar without trying
Ain't in your top three? Then bitch
You can't count
Only thing that makes sense is dollar amount
Ounce to the face, stank go to waste
You still tryna find a place
To record your mixtape
This ain't here for ya
Even Jesus tried to break
Teeth for dropping vocals