Waka Flocka Flame - Blatlanta Şarkı Sözleri

Waka Flocka Flame şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Blatlanta şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Waka Flocka Flame - Blatlanta Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 31 Ekim 2019 Perşembe tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

I'm from Southside of the black land
Got shooters in Shirack
Got shooters and I'll blast ya
I'm good at places you've neva been
And I'll give you shots, no medicine
So test fly, don't try that
I luv niggas with big guns
Take limbs off and gets contact
Ain't scared to catch no murder case
Every summer it's the murder rate
I send 'em now, I send 'em later
When it cool off, I prefer to wait
Cause a real boss gotta think smart
Cause a gold lease can clean off (?)
On winner's beef, we neva seen y'all
Cause the truth is yo team soft
You ain't good out in these streets, nigga
You a foreign, no green card
I been out in these streets nigga
Since a yung nigga get green-o
Jury on out in any hood (?)
Won't believe what this rain cost
Never tuck in my chain, nigga
I'm pullin' up in yo dream car
You can't talk real and not mention me
What? You niggas ain't get a check
I'm the realest in and I built yo innest
Turn any block to Virginia tech
You a pussy nigga, neva been a threat
I'm throwin' bullets, ye layn in it
Like anytime you can intercept
Like Brandon Lee, die in the set
Like bleaw, nigga I ain't playn no games
I ain't talkin' bout a rubble
When I say I got raze like
Like bleaw, frontin' for the fame
Get yo name on the news cause I really got aim with the 2
Like bleaw, shootaz got nuttin' can do 2 me
I'm only 2 or 3, you ain't do 2 to me
Like to hit jewelry
Nigga you full of me
Shootin', that's not what you said you gon' do to me
These rappers as fake as a three dollar bill
And I really don't care how they feel
Don't make you a gangster cause you touched a mil
Put you on the plate, I'll make you a meal
Don't make me reveal the truth out you niggas
You know that I will
Green light ya for real
It's nuttin', my nigga
I put out yo head on a brick and just offer a deal
Tho' he know you a Poseidon
Know you a lie, everything you say a lie
Ain't no surprise, Foolin' with me no surprise
All of these crooks?
Tell you apart, all you can swallow this knife
Really don't matter to me
I let ya decide
Maybe I'll let you slide (weapon loading) Sike!
Homicide!
Before this rap I was yo favorite rapper's favorite shooter
That ain't a question, I'm a ridah like I drive a hoova
I'm too G so without me there wouldn't be no Google
The street credit 3.50 without my approval (?)
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Fuck, fuck 'em man!