For The Love of Guns

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ms. Sancha & Mr. Sancho] I don't give a fuck Bitch you betta run I'm livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) Take the safety off, bustin' till it's done I'm livin' for the love of guns [Verse 1: Ms. Sancha] I'm a stay unloading clips, from the LPG I'm a gangsta bitch, not too many tricks can fuck with this So think twice before you wanna start some shit Roll a six-fo, gotta lotta dough, gotta sharper blow Gotta 9 millimeter, got a clean .44 That'll blast your ass, if you take a 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, for your head Make one funny move and your ass is dead And yes, it gets me off when I hear the shots It makes me cum when I feel it pop Nothin' like the sound of my 9 or a Glock Besides a down vato with a big hard cock [Chorus: Ms. Sancha & Mr. Sancho] I don't give a fuck Bitch you betta run I'm livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) Take the safety off, bustin' till it's done I'm livin' for the love of guns [Verse 2: Mr. Sancho] Sancho muthafucka, with a gangsta twist I'm here to represent the south with a gangsta bitch We double team the competition and don't need the ammunition So she can rock the cock, while I cock the Glock Pop, pop drop your body 'cause it won't stop Drop another bomb beat Guaranteed to be hot Do you wanna test the threat, fuck off ya rep And I'll never hesitate to put a hole in your chest You best run and hide, homie you won't survive I got Sancha and a nina puto, ready to ride 'Cause we live by the gun, and we can die by the gun We still ride it to the death homie, there's no where to run Low-Pro representing pitbulls on the loose Fuck a truce, Sancho breaking all of the rules, fool [Chorus: Ms. Sancha & Mr. Sancho] I don't give a fuck Bitch you betta run I'm livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) Put the safety off, bustin' till it's done I'm livin' for the love of guns [Verse 3: Ms. Sancha] Fuck you up into bed while I'm giving you head Feria too, think I'm playin' fool? I don't give a fuck throw you in a blood pool The sound of my gun make my pussy lips drool It gets me wet, it makes me sweat Let it go wild bitch, you won't regret 'Cause my gunshots flyin And these sorry vatos always dying So go ahead keep tryin' Fuck you if you ain't 6-1-9ing Ain't got no time Ain't got nothin' else on my mind Besides robbin suckers Who think that Sancha is their lover I got a heart of glass, so give it up ese Give me all your stash, 'cause I don't need no love I got enough motherfuckers that'll wanna fuck But right now makin' love to my gun Bitch you betta run fast, hide, or duck [Chorus: Ms. Sancha & Mr. Sancho] I don't give a fuck Bitch you betta run I'm livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) Take the safety off, bustin' till it's done I'm livin' for the love of guns I don't give a fuck Bitch you betta run I'm livin' (livin' for the love of my guns muthafucka) Take the safety off, bustin' till it's done I'm livin' for the love of guns