Lyrics:
Put Your Guns Down

, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways,

We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain

I love the way look and put your ass out i wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world

your guns And keep your stupid roses (And keep your stupid, stupid roses aah) Give me your guns And keep your stupid roses Bang, bang, bang, bang baby, Bang, bang, bang. Give me your

a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out

the jewels on the paw 'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns Pushin' the limits of this game till I gets my piece I put my true queen Darlene

me I'll snatch out your car Right in front of your goddamned bitch And beat you down right there I got more guns than anybody I got crazy guns, you know

boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your

bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours Now your