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Horse Shooter Lyrics - Singles - Frank Griffin

[Frank Griffin] 

all the things that they make you say 

and all of the love that you hide away 

I'll pick you up and it will be all right 

I'll pick you up and it will be tonight 

she rode a horse into my head 

she won't discipline the children 

and now they're running wild on the beach 

I got more bass than a little bit 

game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips 

and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop 

and I got a couple knots in my sock 

one dough, one glock 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Timbaland] 

it's the middle of the night and you're here 

playing dominoes and drinking beer 

I tried to think of something deep to say 

but my well is dripping dry today, hey 

I'm having a good time at the nightclub here 

in New York City where all my friends and I 

are having our disco 

I've got these feelings of inadequacy, 

cause you keep saying that he's better than me, 

but would he write you a sad country song. 

he might write you a love sonnet 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Justin Timberlake] 

these are sad days for me, cause your new man has got me down, 

and I can't help but think about you when I walk around this town. 

I gave you my best and you took it all; I bought you rocks but you just built a wall; 

and all that I have found is that there's no tearing them down 

and I got me a cutie, buckin this 1992 Goolie 

will I come booty, who me 

I thought you knew me 

you come to the Boulevard newly 

take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck 

drop down to the ground, with them big sounds 

four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Frank Griffin] 

like that, with a fat bass track 

and I love my horse, he try to ignore me 

scratch my back and you'll force me to dump 

dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt 

and drive my horse into the sun 

biddy-boo-biddy-boo-biddy-boo 

she's bad because why does she have to kill horses? 

why does she when they didn't do anything wrong? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

all the things that they make you say 

and all of the love that you hide away 

I'll pick you up and it will be all right 

I'll pick you up and it will be tonight 

she rode a horse into my head 

she won't discipline the children 

and now they're running wild on the beach 

I got more bass than a little bit 

game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips 

and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop 

and I got a couple knots in my sock 

one dough, one glock 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Timbaland] 

I gotta get an Impala, pina colada 

white cause the gold one's nada 

get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with heat 

six three with the bows on feet 

peanut butter top to match the guts 

droppin that butt, got 'em all sayin "what!" 

yellow back with a profile, what's up now 

gotta give me ten points on style 

and the paint ain't trippin, drippin 

look at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin 

and in case you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool) 

my kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint coat 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Justin Timberlake] 

Giddy up, here we go 

Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the test 

I'ma park this next to the best 

And flex like I'm poster, rollin this roaster 

Hoein this holster, closer 

Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster 

No remorse when I buck this horse 

take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck 

drop down to the ground, with them big sounds 

four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

[Frank Griffin] 

like that, with a fat bass track 

and I love my horse, he try to ignore me 

scratch my back and you'll force me to dump 

dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt 

and drive my horse into the sun 

biddy-boo-biddy-boo-biddy-boo 

she's bad because why does she have to kill horses? 

why does she when they didn't do anything wrong? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

why does she have to be a horse shooter? 

 

all the things that they make you say 

and all of the love that you hide away 

I'll pick you up and it will be all right 

I'll pick you up and it will be tonight 

she rode a horse into my head 

she won't discipline the children 

and now they're running wild on the beach 

I got more bass than a little bit 

game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips 

and it don't stop, cause a brother went pop 

and I got a couple knots in my sock 

one dough, one glock 

why does she have to be a horse shooter?