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$hooting $T@r - Throwaway(all the Way) Lyrics



$hooting $T@r - Throwaway(all the Way) Lyrics




I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way

Young niggas stuntin', pull up with the roof missing I'm selling Bobby Brown and that f*cking new edition
I gotta keep it on me, that's my only superstition And the type of shit I'm selling
Make a pastor lose religion, glass pots on the stove Junkie nervous, I can tell
Ain't nobody gave me shit, so now I'm working with a scale

Child spot, doing numbers, counting money Swishers burning, 30-round magazine
That we call Extended Version, I'm going high up in these bitch
I can hear the angels talking, so much work up on the table
It look like a labor office, I remember being broke

Nigga that would pass tense, graduated school of hard knocks, aint went to class since
I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way

Fully loaded clips in the choppers, yeah, it's game time
If it don't got a stamp on it, then it ain't mine

All my niggas rob, sell dope, or either slang iron, I'm
Posting on the blog, throwing money, like that gang sign
Shawty super wet, man, I think I need a jet ski
12 pull me over, I can't let them boys arrest me

They trying to test me, they trying to test me
Pull up on them, skatting on them blades like I'm Gratsky
Put on for my city and the block that I came from
Shooting pistols, shooting dices, where I got my name from

41 peso gang, nigga, f*ck what you bang
Cause we brang smoke like a chu chu train

I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
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I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way

Young niggas stuntin', pull up with the roof missing I'm selling Bobby Brown and that f*cking new edition
I gotta keep it on me, that's my only superstition And the type of shit I'm selling
Make a pastor lose religion, glass pots on the stove Junkie nervous, I can tell
Ain't nobody gave me shit, so now I'm working with a scale

Child spot, doing numbers, counting money Swishers burning, 30-round magazine
That we call Extended Version, I'm going high up in these bitch
I can hear the angels talking, so much work up on the table
It look like a labor office, I remember being broke

Nigga that would pass tense, graduated school of hard knocks, aint went to class since
I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way

Fully loaded clips in the choppers, yeah, it's game time
If it don't got a stamp on it, then it ain't mine

All my niggas rob, sell dope, or either slang iron, I'm
Posting on the blog, throwing money, like that gang sign
Shawty super wet, man, I think I need a jet ski
12 pull me over, I can't let them boys arrest me

They trying to test me, they trying to test me
Pull up on them, skatting on them blades like I'm Gratsky
Put on for my city and the block that I came from
Shooting pistols, shooting dices, where I got my name from

41 peso gang, nigga, f*ck what you bang
Cause we brang smoke like a chu chu train

I got a lot of pain that will never go away
Before I hold an L, man, I'd rather hold a K
Them killers out here lurking so I keep a throw away
My niggas pushing keys and they ain't talking lowercase
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
They call me Shooting Star, man, I'm going all the way
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Writer: Corey Jr
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$hooting $T@r - Throwaway(all the Way) Video
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Performed By: $hooting $T@r
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Corey Jr

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