| Come and gimme shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses to me, babe, |
| Give some shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses, shotgun kisses to me, baby |
| It’s funny cuz she selebent to irrelevant, uhh, |
| But act sexual to my excellence, right, |
| She pick me up and we live it up, fast liar hittin' other niggas with the extra |
| shit, uhh, |
| She rolled it up and I lit it up, I’m smilin' cuz I know I’m tryna get a nut, |
| Feelings for me and they kinda mutual but I’m lost, |
| Cuz the more we seem to talk the qualities become her faults, |
| Truth be told, never tell the truth in the dark, |
| Scandalous the secret tellers always mix the truth with the false, |
| Pointin' the fingers when doin' the wrong caught up in the mix |
| We better when we not together cuz we was friends before this shit, |
| But I just sit back and listen, spark it and get connected with a spirit, |
| Noddin' my head and let her know that I hear her, |
| I feel like, a friend indeed is a friend with weed, shotgun kisses as we sample |
| tree, |
| S.O.C. Baby! |
| Yeah, yeah, come elevate with me, medicate with me, |
| Get the ho hook like Bobby then Whitney, or Whitney then Bobbby, |
| Sobbady got me walkin' on the moon don’t drop me (Aah!) |
| Meet me in the bathroom stall or the lobby, Molly in the body got it feeling so |
| euphoric, |
| Damn, you the baddest mo' fucker in the party (Yeah) |
| Nice to know ya, pleased to meet’cha, hi, I’m Jarren, wanna cheese some reefer? |
| Come to my planet, we can dance with creatures, talk to marshins and moondoo |
| speakers, |
| Word to the mo' fuckin son of a preacher, naw, ain’t ballin' but we done |
| brought bleachers, |
| Maybe late night we can spin some leisure? Tie 'em together, fuck you to a |
| seizure (Aah!) |
| Shotgun kisses, blow my brains out, on the phone 'til the break of dawn, |
| Then hang out, what set you claimin', in the bead we bank out, girl, |
| You 'bout to make a nigga pull that ring out, |
| Prince, I kind, watch the streets of Sing Lou, fuck them other hoes, |
| girl I’m senile, |
| She good off the top, like a nigga to freestyle, we can blow that California |
| wax in the meanwhile, |
| Then hit redial ring me back like a time machine, sticky green like a lima bean, |
| And your listin' all kinda things, get her outta them designer jeans, |
| You ain’t gon' miss it, can’t go one day without you misses, |
| Put the Mossburg to my head, pull the mo' fuckin' trigger, 'bout to give a |
| nigga shotgun kisses |
| My, ebony queen with eyes reminiscin' of Sandra oaks |
| Starin' into my soul and she gazin' me through the ganja smoke, |
| Chocolate lips, prevent burnt fingertips and roach clips, |
| I wanna hit and she just gimme a kiss, sharin' the way she feel inside, |
| She put her mouth close to mine, she exhalin' to free my mind, |
| She the only thing that’s on mind sometimes, it’s like I’m stuck just thinkin' |
| of all the ways, |
| I could pleasure you, whenever you and I get finished blazed |
| I told her, «Don't carry weight on your shoulders, your struggles |
| Define your grind, your livin' life forexposure, your dosure medical closure, |
| You open hopin' Jahova, don’t judge you, you know we love you, our bodies |
| closer and closer, |
| We finna settle down, makin' us smile, |
| We ain’t hella loud, steppin' on no toes if we ain’t never round, |
| Turnin' kickings into visits shotgun kisses and missions, reavealin' |
| How I’m hidin' behind my feelings I’m motherfuckin' victim!» |