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Lil Wayne – Shooter ft Robin Thicke

Shooter by Lil Wayne


Multi-Talented and top rated American rapper, Lil Wayne teams up with Robin Thicke to create this amazing tune titled “Shooter”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.



[Lil Wayne:]

Yea, yea, yea

Weezy baby y’all, don’t get shot

Rappin’ fire, what you know about it

I brought my homie along for the ride

He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel


[Robin Thicke:]

I heard some shouts like “Down on the floor”

Then even louder we got shooters, shooter

I turn around, I was starin’ at chrome

Shotgun watches door, got security good

Jumped right over counter

Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her

I’m your shooter, shooter, shooter


My hands up, my hands up

They want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter


[Lil Wayne:] (I think they want me to surrender, but no, I can’t do it) [x2]


[Lil Wayne:]

So many doubt ’cause I come from the South

But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out

Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake

I’ma play x-ray, helpin’ y’all see the fake

I’m just tryin’ to be the great, tryin’ to get a piece of cake

Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face

They got a whole lot to say but I don’t listen

Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin’, pow


[Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne:]

With all these riches and, all these riches

But ain’t no loaners around

They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that

Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that

Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter


Put my hands up

They want me with my hands up

They want me with my hands up

Oh, shooter


But I’m not

I just cry mama, I think they, hey

Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)


[Lil Wayne:]

And to the radio stations, I’m tired o’ being patient

Stop bein’ rapper racists, region haters

Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers

It’s outrageous, you don’t know how sick you make us

I want to throw up like chips in Vegas

But this is Southern face it

If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics


[Robin Thicke:]

Lady walks into a shotgun surprise

Dropped to her knees saw her life before 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


[Lil Wayne:] (Me won’t surrender, me no pretender)


[Lil Wayne:]

Sock soakin’ wet I been runnin’ y’all

I reload, every hundred yards I’m comin’ forward

Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord

Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw

Way past par, for, I’m some shit you never saw

I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw

And then they ask who when where how

And, my reply was simply pow!


Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender

(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)



No, me won’t surrender, no, no

I promise no surrender

I got my burner

And I’m your shooter