Waka Flocka Flame - Let Dem Guns Blam Lyrics
***** ‘em , *****!I’m too dry, I’m too hot for that… shitCame to the club, yeah, I’m on that … shit!Let ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blamLet ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blam…Let ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blamMy chopper filled up, let ‘em things blam…got extendos, let ‘em things blamOften with the.. full of young niggersAin’t no OGs, just some young niggers!Damn, bang it! Sell ‘em weedShooters, it’s some ecstasy!Dumble more, dumble crazy, most have lost their mindWhole clique strapped up one time...hey my nigger, I’m on my grindAfraid of the dark, so I … the shine.Let em guns blam, *****, you know I amI might go kinda jezy… it’s the summer of…Chorus:Let em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaFriends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friendsEach are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.Let em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowTo tired up in my blockMiddle finger to the .. *****ing copReal niggers till my hart stopThey can’t make your body rock.Won’t stop ’till I see it by the..***** right here by the..Leave my .. all the talkI’m about to..My young niggers, a lot of…one beep, no talking, shout it, that’s a…Live with no regret, …A nigger want me dead, got too much … on my head, got too much respect.Flocka, dignity! while you’re hating on me I’m making historyWalka on… while shitting meThrow money on the *****, ain’t shit to me!Chorus:Let em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaFriends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friendsEach are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.Let em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowTo tired up in my blockMiddle finger to the .. *****ing copReal niggers till my hart stopThey can’t make your body rock.My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friendsAin’t no talking about no pills nigger, we slaughter around with these…..fitting rhymes in this macI put a price on your head and they won’t…You niggers ain’t told no strapsYo niggers don’t want no whoreYo niggers don’t want my…Came around by your front door.But that ..shit, cause you pop shit..like you got shitHad my niggers in your cribYou run around like you got…Hold niggers down cause they switch sideYou dumb shit when they get highCross me, it won’t get byTry to play it cool, and you get fried.No real niggers on this sideNiggers shoot like… doEvery nigger that’s around me get real money and…Chorus:Let em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaLet em guns blam, FlockaFriends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friendsEach are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.Let em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowLet em guns blam, bowTo tired up in my blockMiddle finger to the .. *****ing copReal niggers till my hart stopThey can’t make your body rock!
