Fuck ¡®em , fuck!
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I¡¯m too dry, I¡¯m too hot for that¡¦ shit
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Came to the club, yeah, I¡¯m on that ¡¦ shit!
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Let ¡®em things blam, let ¡®em things blam
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Let ¡®em things blam, let ¡®em things blam
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¡¦Let ¡®em things blam, let ¡®em things blam
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My chopper filled up, let ¡®em things blam
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¡¦got extendos, let ¡®em things blam
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Often with the.. full of young niggers
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Ain¡¯t no OGs, just some young niggers!
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Damn, bang it! Sell ¡®em weed
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Shooters, it¡¯s some ecstasy!
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Dumble more, dumble crazy, most have lost their mind
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Whole clique strapped up one time.
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..hey my nigger, I¡¯m on my grind
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Afraid of the dark, so I ¡¦ the shine.
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Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am
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I might go kinda jezy¡¦ it¡¯s the summer of¡¦
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Chorus:
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
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Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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To tired up in my block
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Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
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Real niggers till my hart stop
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They can¡¯t make your body rock.
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Won¡¯t stop ¡¯till I see it by the..
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Fuck right here by the..
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Leave my .. all the talk
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I¡¯m about to..
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My young niggers, a lot of¡¦
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one beep, no talking, shout it, that¡¯s a¡¦
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Live with no regret, ¡¦
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A nigger want me dead, got too much ¡¦ on my head, got too much respect.
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Flocka, dignity! while you¡¯re hating on me I¡¯m making history
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Walka on¡¦ while shitting me
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Throw money on the bitch, ain¡¯t shit to me!
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Chorus:
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
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Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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To tired up in my block
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Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
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Real niggers till my hart stop
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They can¡¯t make your body rock.
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My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
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Ain¡¯t no talking about no pills nigger, we slaughter around with these¡¦
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..fitting rhymes in this mac
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I put a price on your head and they won¡¯t¡¦
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You niggers ain¡¯t told no straps
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Yo niggers don¡¯t want no whore
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Yo niggers don¡¯t want my¡¦
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Came around by your front door.
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But that ..shit, cause you pop shit
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..like you got shit
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Had my niggers in your crib
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You run around like you got¡¦
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Hold niggers down cause they switch side
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You dumb shit when they get high
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Cross me, it won¡¯t get by
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Try to play it cool, and you get fried.
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No real niggers on this side
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Niggers shoot like¡¦ do
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Every nigger that¡¯s around me get real money and¡¦
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Chorus:
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Let em guns blam, Flocka
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Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
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Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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Let em guns blam, bow
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To tired up in my block
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Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
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Real niggers till my hart stop
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They can¡¯t make your body rock!
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Let Dem Guns Blam
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Waka Flocka Flame |