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Let Dem Guns Blam (feat. Meek Mill) (feat. Meek Mill (Explicit))

Waka Flocka Flame, Meek Mill12 Jun 2012

Let Dem Guns Blam (feat. Meek Mill) (feat. Meek Mill (Explicit)) Lyrics

 

 

Let Dem Guns Blam (feat. Meek Mill (Explicit)) - Waka Flocka Flame/Meek Mill

F**k 'em f**k

I'm too drunk

I'm too high to hear that f**k sh*t

Came to the club yeah

I'm on that f**k sh*t

Let 'em things blam

Let 'em things blam

Let 'em things blam

Let 'em things blam

I'm too f**ked up

Too turnt up I'm on f**k sh*t

Let 'em things blam

Let 'em things blam

My chopper filled up

Let 'em things blam

My hangers got extendos

Let 'em things blam

I'm from Riverdale

Full of young niggas

Ain't no OGs

Just some young niggas

Gangbangin Sellin w**d

Shootouts and some e*****y

Them boys gone them boys crazy

Most have lost their mind

Whole clique strapped up f**k one time

Above the law hey my ni**a

I'm on my grind

Afraid of the dark

So I forced to shine

Let 'em guns blam

B**ch you know I am

I might go Kanye

Jay-Z ham it's the summer of sound

 

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

 

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Friends turned to enemies

Enemies turned to friends

Eat you like some busy bees

Kill you and your best friend

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

 

Let 'em guns blam bow

To turnt up on my block

Middle finger to the law f**k a cop

Real ni**a till my heart stop

That KO make your body rock

Won't stop 'till I see a body drop

F**k round get mollywopped

Leave my shawty off the top

I'm about a check

My young niggas love to flex

Strapped up with that tech

Want beef no talking shawty that's a bet

Live with no regret

When your friends try throw up your set

A ni**a want me dead

Got a check on my head got

But I got too much too much respect

Pride dignity

While you're hating on me I'm making history

Waka goin' broke boy shitting me

Throw money on a b**ch

Ain't sh*t to me

 

Let them guns blam

Let them guns blam

This a 44 bulldog it can not jam

 

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Friends turned to enemies

Enemies turned to friends

Eat you like some busy bees

Kill you and your best friend

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

 

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

To turnt up on my block

Middle finger to the law f**k a cop

Real ni**a till my heart stop

That KO make your body rock

My friends turn in my enemies

My enemies turn friends

Ain't no talking about no pills ni**a

We sliding round with extends

I'm riding round in this Benz

50 rounds in this mac

I put a price on your head and

They gone lay you down for dem racks

Ya'll niggas ain't toting no straps

Ya'll niggas don't want no war

Ya'll niggas don't want my goons

Came around by your front door

But that hot sh*t cause you pop sh*t

Runnin round like you got sh*t

Had my niggas all in your crib

You runnin round like you got bricks

Most niggas die cause they switch sides

And do dumb sh*t when they get high

Cross me it won't get by

Try to play it cool and you'll get fried

All the real niggas on this side

Niggas shoot like Dirk do

Every ni**a that's around me

Get real money and dirt too

 

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Let 'em guns blam Flocka

Friends turned to enemies

Enemies turned to friends

Eat you like some busy bees

Kill you and your best friend

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

Let 'em guns blam bow

To turnt up on my block

Middle finger to the law f**k a cop

Real ni**a till my heart stop

That KO make your body rock

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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