Waka Flocka Flame - Shootin lyrics

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Waka Flocka Flame - Shootin lyrics

[Produced by Southside & TM88] [Intro] Flocka, BSM Three letters (You know, you know, n***a) Squad [Hook] Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you n***as I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you n***as Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at you n***as I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at you n***as Ain't no motherf**in' fightin', b**h I'm shootin' at these n***as Ain't no motherf**in' talkin', b**h I'm shootin' at these n***as Shootin', I'm shootin', shootin', shootin' at these n***as I'm shootin', I'm shootin', shootin' shootin' at these n***as [Verse 1] Ain't no motherf**in' fightin', b**h I'm shootin' at these n***as Twenty minutes pa**, still shootin' at these n***as Bricksquad Monopoly bring the groupie out of n***as Don't make me [?] shootin' at you b**hes Shootin' I'm too rich to fight n***as shootin', my whole clique get right, they shootin' My b**h get right, she shootin' n***a f** your life Ball n***a presidential style broad day like On sight n***a 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 Chopper get to spittin, now it knock him off his feet Creep through your window, catch a n***a 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 n***a talk bout me, I spray at him like (Shootin') Real k**ers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Real k**ers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain't no motherf**in' hiding when I'm comin' for you n***a Like a marching band get to drummin' at you n***a 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 n***as, keep quiet, mind your business I'm a menance like O-Dog Real [?] 44 bulldog no shells n***a 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 n***a hammer Real n***a last time I remember Blow your thoughts out let's see what you remember Real k**ers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like Real k**ers don't talk Make a sound point blank range right between his eyes like [Hook] [Outro]

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