Quavo - Tommy Gun Lyrics (Feat. Drum Smith)

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Quavo – Tommy Gun Lyrics (Feat. Drum Smith)

Livin my life like Osama
Bitches they’re sucking and f**king for Hondas
Livin my life like Osama
Bitches they’re sucking and f**king for Hondas
Livin my life like Osama
Bitches they’re sucking and f**king for Hondas

Hook:
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out in Hong Kong
(Bdrr bdrrrrrrr bdrrrrrrr) Feds done tapped my phone
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out of Hong Kong
(Bdrrrrrrr bdrrrr) Feds done tapped my phone
Look at my life like Osama
Bitches they’re sucking and fucking for Hondas
Meet up da plug flew staight to Hong Kong den dropped da work off in tiwauna
This is my life and I do what I Wannna I’m trappin and cappin on corners
Fuck nigga, you settin up shop on the wrong side of town,
I’mma get you a warning!
AKA 47 karat lingo
Shoot for a nigga like a freako
Finessing the plug for kilos
(Who that banging on the door?)
I don’t need no cas da nigga put his finger on the peephole
Ian even answer the door
Boom, boom, keep banging on the door
Bow, bow, bow, get away from the door!
Get away from the door, (get a way)!

Hook:
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out of Hong Kong
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out of my Hong Kong
Feds done tapped my phone

Verse:
These niggas give me testimonies,
Juice smith and I’m flexing on ‘em
Split the duece and get extras from it
I’m a legend, homie, Dis my flexxinn money
Louis down, to my shoe’s string
Y’all broke, need a two lane
Y’all nigga like set tripping
Y’all switching colors like a moon ring.
All the homie da street got em
Choosing the light, they got our problem
Throw the bitch, she take a brick
She about to steal them all, she gone but a pound
Juice smith I got a lot of goon
Penthouse with a lot of room
Snitch nigga, you love singin,
Y’all pussy ass need auto tune
I’m juice smith and it’s flex season
I’m seeing snow on a block in June
Yeen neva met dang-dang,
I swear to God your baby momma knew em
I don’t give her my main line
Call solo, give my problem to him,
Feeling jus like big worm more clean than the laundry room!
Flexing!

Hook:
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out of Hong Kong (wooh woo bdrr)
Feds jus tapped my phone
Feeling like Al Capone with my Tommy Gun
I’m feeling like I’m Osama Bin Laden on a run (Osama Bin Laden)
I’m feeling like I might need my plug out of Hong Kong (wooh woo bdrr)
Feds jus tapped my phone

[Lyrics to Tommy Gun by Quavo (Feat. Drum Smith)]


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