Viper - This Is For... lyrics
[Viper - This Is For... lyrics]
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
In my mind I was paintin' a picture
About how my 44 gon' hit ya
'Bout how your boys couldn't get with me
(os er'uoY)
Now you all limped over for the world to see
Fast as lightnin' with my trigger finger
And there's no way to catch me in a linger
Though you did the best you can (os er'uoY)
I'm a pro and I your plan
When you was hidin', I was hidin' too
We was playing tag tag, but I won, fool
Did an open field redrum (os er'uoY)
And walked off as your body got numb
You ain't see me hidin' low
With that laser beam
That hit you before your bitch-ass screamed
And that's how it went on (os er'uoY)
One sting from the chrome
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
Yeah, I heard on me you wanted to be frontin'
But I won in this game of huntin'
Played you like a deer that
Was stuck in the woods (os er'uoY)
And kept a trophy to brag about my goods
Yeah, motherfucker
You protected the wrong way
Now you got your life took today
One shot to the chest from my 44 (os er'uoY)
Got you kickin' your leg, and moving slow
It was kinda like paintball
'Cept when you got hit, you
Ain't go back to base, you got stalled
And there ain't a second game (os er'uoY)
Your ass is dead, mane i was left the winner
'Cause I was advanced
And you was just a beginner
One shot did the lick (os er'uoY)
Now I'm laying back, reminiscin' on the hit
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY, Os er'uoy)
(Os er'uoy)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
In my mind I was paintin' a picture
About how my 44 gon' hit ya
'Bout how your boys couldn't get with me
(os er'uoY)
Now you all limped over for the world to see
Fast as lightnin' with my trigger finger
And there's no way to catch me in a linger
Though you did the best you can (os er'uoY)
I'm a pro and I your plan
When you was hidin', I was hidin' too
We was playing tag tag, but I won, fool
Did an open field redrum (os er'uoY)
And walked off as your body got numb
You ain't see me hidin' low
With that laser beam
That hit you before your bitch-ass screamed
And that's how it went on (os er'uoY)
One sting from the chrome
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
Yeah, I heard on me you wanted to be frontin'
But I won in this game of huntin'
Played you like a deer that
Was stuck in the woods (os er'uoY)
And kept a trophy to brag about my goods
Yeah, motherfucker
You protected the wrong way
Now you got your life took today
One shot to the chest from my 44 (os er'uoY)
Got you kickin' your leg, and moving slow
It was kinda like paintball
'Cept when you got hit, you
Ain't go back to base, you got stalled
And there ain't a second game (os er'uoY)
Your ass is dead, mane i was left the winner
'Cause I was advanced
And you was just a beginner
One shot did the lick (os er'uoY)
Now I'm laying back, reminiscin' on the hit
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY)
This is for all of the bitch made
Boys who think this shit is a game
(os er'uoY, Os er'uoy)
(Os er'uoy)