Waka Flocka Flame Let Dem Guns Blam (Ft. Meek Mill)
fuck 'em , f..ck!
i'm too dry, i'm too hot for that shit
came to the club, yeah, i'm on that shit!
let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
my chopper filled up, let 'em things blam
got extendos, let 'em things blam
often with the.. full of young n..ers
ain't no ogs, just some young n..ers!
damn, bang it! sell 'em weed
shooters, it's some ecstasy!
dumble more, dumble crazy, most have lost their mind
whole clique strapped up one time.
..hey my n..er, i'm on my grind
afraid of the dark, so i the shine.
let em guns blam, bitch, you know i am
i might go kinda jezy it's the summer of
chorus:
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
to tired up in my block
middle finger to the .. f..cking cop
real n..ers till my hart stop
they can't make your body rock.
won't stop 'till i see it by the..
f..ck right here by the..
leave my .. all the talk
i'm about to..
my young n..ers, a lot of
one beep, no talking, shout it, that's a
live with no regret,
a n..er want me dead, got too much on my head, got too much respect.
flocka, dignity! while you're hating on me i'm making history
walka on while shitting me
throw money on the bitch, ain't shit to me!
chorus:
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
to tired up in my block
middle finger to the .. f..cking cop
real n..ers till my hart stop
they can't make your body rock.
my friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
ain't no talking about no pills n..er, we slaughter around with these
..fitting rhymes in this mac
i put a price on your head and they won't
you n..ers ain't told no straps
yo n..ers don't want no whore
yo n..ers don't want my
came around by your front door.
but that ..shit, cause you pop shit
..like you got shit
had my n..ers in your crib
you run around like you got
hold n..ers down cause they switch side
you dumb shit when they get high
cross me, it won't get by
try to play it cool, and you get fried.
no real n..ers on this side
n..ers shoot like do
every n..er that's around me get real money and
chorus:
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
let em guns blam, flocka
friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
let em guns blam, bow
to tired up in my block
middle finger to the .. f..cking cop
real n..ers till my hart stop
they can't make your body rock!
