Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bustin' at 'Em , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bustin' at 'Em |
| I just don’t get it anymore. |
| They don’t even gang-bang with a purpose. |
| Cold-hearted killers that barely that barely got facial hair. |
| I’m tired of tryin' to get through. |
| These days you try to be a hero, and your wife’ll end up wearin' black |
| listenin' to a 21 gun salute. |
| I just don’t understand these young men. |
| Maybe I should quit fightin' what I don’t understand. |
| Hmmm.I can’t keep up with this too much longer. |
| Pow |
| Shoot first, ask questions last. |
| Thats how these so called gangsta’s last. |
| Waka Flocka Flame 1017 |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Ain’t no talkin' homie, I’m jus' bustin' at 'em |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Pow, Bitch I’m bustin' at 'em |
| Ain’t no talkin' homie, I’m jus' bustin' at 'em |
| I been gettin' this, see like then like my name was Gillie' |
| Grow a sumo on my face, call me flocka-Philly |
| Nigga what’s the dealy, Lemme know what’s brackin' |
| Ain’t no cameras around here nigga stop that actin' |
| Bitch I’m 'bout that action, subtract em' like a fraction |
| Everybody packin, like hit miss Minaj ass |
| Kush smell like garbage, nigga take some homage |
| Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest |
| Mizay management shit thats my mother |
| Yellow diamond fuzzy chain, shit that bitch like butter |
| Bitch I’m like no otha', rap nigga |
| You can call me good, broke-ass rap nigga |
| KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin' |
| Fuzzy diamond earin’s, M6 with them steerin’s |
| ??, re-rack diamond earin’s |
| That some John Dearin’s, nigga who you scarin' |
| Shawty I’m tatted up, you can call me inky |
| All I do is get brains, you can call me pinky |
| Like you just like rinky, right nigga |
| I got my swagga', right nigga |
| I heard they got a price tag on a nigga head |
| You got a better chance snitchin', nigga blowin' feds |
| You thug yo' own brains, let me make yo' death bed |
| Suicide shawty, shot his own self red |
| RIVERDALE FLOCKA! |
| Waka waka waka flocka flocka waka waka yeah! |
| Waka flocka flocka flocka FLAME! |
| Waka flocka flocka waka flocka flocka waka flocka FLOCKA! |
| Waka flocka flocka waka waka flocka flocka yeah! |
| Waka flocka flocka flocka |
| BRIIIIIIIIIHSQUUUUUAAAAAD! |
| FLOCKA! |