Guns And Roses Lyrics - Jazz Cartier

[Intro] 

Yeah 

Let's kill 'em Krinny 

Let's kill 'em Krinny 

Let's get it 

(L-l-let's go) 

X, all the money 

[Chorus] 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

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[Verse 1] 

I can't be touched, ring ring, I can't be touched 

Sipping lean off BBW's 

Might need me some repercussions 

Them niggas got too comfy, too many niggas be bluffing 

Now they want to say we cousins 

Count my green in bundles 

Sipping on two White Russians 

Hugging the blunt, loving the life 

Money and drugs, she want a wonderful night 

Ring ring, don't waste my time 

Ring ring, like all the time 

On God finna lose my mind 

Tell that bitch don't waste my time 

Said she born up in '96 and all she wanna do is 69 

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[Chorus] 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

[Verse 2] 

Run it back when you see (Cuzzi) 

Wifey bad and boujee, stacking paper up like loose leaf 

Run it back when you see 

When the club refuse me 

Now they want to fuck Jacuzzi 

Too much dank I don't roll petty 

I don't roll petty, I keep all my hoes pretty 

Too much static, they don't want static 

They don't want static, in my Saint Laurent jacket 

Had to go, grew up dirty by the stove 

Now I line them up and knock 'em down like it be dominos 

Domino, domino, it's the effect, money feel it in me gotta know 

Slim thick mixed with some Navajo 

She my type like a Java code 

Cuzzi I just want the guacamole 

Common like the cold 

[Chorus] 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

Opp shit, pop shit 

They brought guns I brought roses to the mosh pit 

I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic 

I was off that Whitney, no conscience 

[Outro] 

Jacuzzi