Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song AK47 , by - The-Dream. Song from the album Terius Nash : 1977, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
AK47 |
| You didn’t ever give a fuck, now I don’t really give a fuck |
| You and your new nigga in that black truck |
| I can’t believe you tried to roll up on me like that |
| Hearts like a black mask, you don’t give a fuck |
| When you see me you go blast, you don’t give a fuck |
| So I when I see you, I’mma mash, I don’t give a fuck |
| And fuck your new nigga, y’all know where I’m at |
| My father told me, «these bitches breed envy» |
| My momma told me, «put some tint on it» so they can’t see me |
| Instead of loving you, I’m out here finger fucking semis |
| Made a pact never let another bitch near me |
| Now I keep another nine on me (you don’t know about) |
| And keep a lookout on the door like I’m in a dope house |
| And this tech will make a nigga back up |
| I’m trigger happy on the next bitches trying to act up |
| Girl you remind me of my AK-47 |
| 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, to 211 |
| Baby you hell, you used to feel like heaven |
| (Man down) She gon' make sure I don’t live to tell it |
| Girl you remind me of my AK-47 |
| 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, 187 |
| My daughter screamin' and 'pop', she still yellin' |
| I’m tryna bust back homie, but this tech nine locked up on me |
| My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) |
| Get yo' money, gon' head shawty live it up |
| And for a nigga that’s half of me, give it up |
| You gotta love it, had my heart up in rehab |
| Peep back like 45 on yo' fuckin' ass |
| Now I’m back waving .45s at your fucking ass |
| Not literally speaking, but figuratively speaking |
| Uh-oh look like you’ve seen a ghost |
| On the Seventh Day He rose, Last Supper you motherfuckers |
| She don’t give a fuck, shootin' in the crowd |
| Don’t care who she hurt, actin' all loud |
| Inadvertently parties disperse |
| She’s killed us all, innocent ones fall |
| She stands tall, she shot us down |
| Lost it all, look at her now |
| Old soul is like crabs in a barrel |
| Pull this through the barrel |
| And I miss you like being broke, no joke |
| On my momma, this is the realest thing I ever spoke |
| My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) Yeah |
| And I miss you like, they ain’t touchin' with you |
| And you ain’t foolin nobody |
| Damn shawty why you actin' so dramatic? |