Ms. Sancha For The Love Of Guns Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I Don't Give A f*ck, Bitch You Betta Run
I'm Livin (Livin For The Love Of My Guns Muthaf*cka)
Put The Safety Off, Bustin Till It's Done
I'm Livin For The Love Of Guns

[Verse 1:]
I'm a Stay Unloaded Clips, From The Lpg
I'm a Gangsta Bitch, Not Too Many Tricks Can f*ck With This
So Think Twice Before You Wanna Start Some Shit
Roll A 6-4, Gotta Light A Dough, Gotta Shot Ta Blow
Gotta 9 Milimeter And A Clean .44 That'll Blast Yo Ass
If U Take The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash
And She Wants It Fast
Give Me All That You Got Homeboy
'cause This Cuete That I Got Ain't A Toy
It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead
Throw Yo Head, Make One Funny Move
And Yo Ass Is Dead
And Yes It Gets Me Off, When I Hear The Shots
It Makes Me Cum When I Feel The Pop
Nothin Like The Sound Of My 9 Or A Glock
Besides A Down-Ass Vato With A Big Held Cock

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Mr. Sancho]
Sancho Muthaf*cka, With A Gangsta Twist
I'm Here Ta Represent Tha South With A Gangsta Bitch
We Double Team The Competition And Load The Amunition
So She Can Rock The Cock While I Cock The Glock
Pop, Pop Drive-By An Er'ybody 'cause I Won't Stop *Trumpin Up The Right Beat Guaranteed To Be High If You Wanna Chance To Threat
f*ck You Up Rat An I'll Neva Hesitate To Put A Hole In Your Chest
You Best Run And Hide Homie You Won't Survive
I Got Sancha An Nina Puto, Ready To Ride
Cause We Live by The Gun, And We Can Die By The Gun
Still Ride To The Death Homie, There's No Way To Run
Lowpro Represent An Pitbulls On The Loose
f*ck You, Sancho Breakin All The Rules

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
f*ckin You In The Bed, While I'm Givin You Head
Feria Too, Think I'm Playin Foo'
I Don't Give A f*ck Throw Ya In A Blood Poo'
The Sound Of My Gun Make My p*ssy Lips Droo'
It Gets Me Wet, It Makes Me Sweat
Let It Go Off, Bitch You Won't Regret
Cause My Gunshots Flyin, An These Sorry Vatos Always Dyin
Go Ahead Keep Tryin, f*ck You
If You Ain't 619'n
Ain't Got No Time, Ain't Got Nothin Else On My Mind
Besides Robbin Suckers, Who Think Their Sancha Is Their Lover
I Got A Love Of Glass, So Give It Up Ese
Give Me All Your Stash, Cause I Don't Want No Love
I Got Enough Muthaf*ckas That I Wanna f*ck
But Righ Now Makin Love To My Gun
Bitch You Betta Run Fast, Hide, Or Duck

[Chorus x2]