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Lyrics: Robin Thicke. A Beautiful World. Oh 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 at Winky Teller
I'm your shooter, shooter, 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

Thieves 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 donuts around

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

They want me with my hands up, oh shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up, oh shooter