Waka Flocka Flame

Shootin
Flocka, BSM Three letters (You know, you know, nigga) Squad Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' fightin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' talkin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' these niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at these niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' fightin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Twenty minutes pass, still shootin' at these niggas Bricksquad Monopoly bring the groupie out of niggas Don't make me [?] shootin' at you bitches Shootin' I'm too rich to fight Niggas shootin', my whole clique get right, they shootin' My bitch get right, she shootin' Nigga fuck your life Ball nigga presidential style broad day like On sight nigga if you beefing with me You the type to cop a plea go home and send a tweet That ain't G, that ain't me Shootin'. catch you slippin' one day, you gon' see Letras de cancionesChopper get to spittin, now it knock him off his feet Creep through your window, catch a nigga while he sleep I ain't talkin' Freddy Krueger when I say Elm Street I'm back part 2, Flockavelli, I'm my own goon I don't play bout me, I care bout me Nigga talk bout me, I spray at him like (Shootin') Real killers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Real killers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' fightin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' talkin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' these niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at these niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' hiding when I'm comin' for you nigga Like a marching band get to drummin' at you nigga One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot Keep a pistol with me like a nerd to a laptop Door kicked down, had 'em runnin' in your crack spot Dope house, weed block Money in the walls so I'm knockin' down your sheetrock I was bagging weed back when Dre dropped Detox Shooters out in Little Rock I got shooters out in Memphis I was raised by the old niggas, keep quiet, mind your business I'm a menance like O-Dog Real [?] 44 bulldog no shells nigga I got shooters in Nebraska, out there they say neblastya I got shooters in South Carolina that'll blast ya Keep the door all black like a panther Better pray when I not know an answer Lemon squeeze on a rich nigga hammer Real nigga last time I remember Blow your thoughts out let's see what you remember Real killers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Real killers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' fightin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Ain't no motherfuckin' talkin', bitch I'm shootin' at these niggas Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' these niggas I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at these niggas [Outro] From Letras Mania