WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Let Dem Guns Blam lyrics

rate me

Fuck ‘em , fuck!

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 niggers

Ain’t no OGs, just some young niggers!

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 nigger, 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 .. fucking cop

Real niggers till my hart stop

They can’t make your body rock.

Won’t stop ’till I see it by the..

Fuck right here by the..

Leave my .. all the talk

I’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 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 .. fucking cop

Real niggers 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 nigger, we slaughter around with these…

..fitting rhymes in this mac

I put a price on your head and they won’t…

You niggers ain’t told no straps

Yo niggers don’t want no whore

Yo niggers don’t want my…

Came around by your front door.

But that ..shit, cause you pop shit

..like you got shit

Had my niggers in your crib

You run around like you got…

Hold niggers 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 niggers on this side

Niggers shoot like… do

Every nigger 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 .. fucking cop

Real niggers till my hart stop

They can’t make your body rock!