Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where Dem Gangstas Be, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 18.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where Dem Gangstas Be |
| I love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |
| Love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |
| Head shot a nigga quick, fuck a hundred round clip |
| Goonies 'round me dangerous, jewelry on my neck and wrist |
| My fence cost a mansion, my teeth cost a Hummer |
| Riding through the 'Dale, trying to fuck somebody’s mamma |
| I’m Hoodrich with Dunte, Waka Flocka so street |
| Baby, why don’t you join my team called 1017? |
| Homie, why don’t you join my team? We the new niggas |
| So Icey drug dealers, Brick Squad trap niggas |
| This HRC-So Icey Shit, yeah, we’re known to strike you quick |
| Catch us in the 6, busting bricks like Karate Kid |
| Yeah, I move a lot of it, guallas, get a lot of it |
| Niggas talking shit 'bout I rob them, then I probably did |
| Been up on some gangsta shit, fifty mids in that 6 |
| Give them to me, I’ll move them quick, Flocka is on «Let's Do It"shit |
| Glock 4−0, extended clip, back then, new |
| Bring them in, bust them quick, count them ends, let’s get rich |
| I love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |
| Love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |
| All them gangstas, where them gangstas be? |
| Posted in the trap with my Carbon 40 next to me |
| Stupid goon with that guard the weed |
| Got bitch outside, I’ll sell for fee |
| Cross the line, they’ll take the piece |
| They’ll get you good, they’ll |
| Probably pay and |
| You work before you start to |
| See y’all off in my trap, you can get shot before your |
| So I go bring choppers, I got llamas, we gon' get it in |
| Heard about us, stupid lit |
| Say they ain’t got plenty bricks |
| So Hoodrich, we gon' hit this shit |
| Don’t worry 'bout what I’ma do, go and drop a deuce |
| Drop this top up on your crew, all this smell |
| In the trap with three, four stacks, all profit |
| Thousand packs hauled off and blowing loud with Waka Flocka |
| Glock 40, getting accustomed, best believe we got them choppers |
| Head shotters, cocaine, kush and skittles |
| Love to pop X pills 'cause I like the way they feel |
| ain’t got no record deal |
| I love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |
| Love to smoke Mary Jane, love to sell X pills |
| Drinking on this purple lean 'cause I like the way it feel |
| Chilling with HRC, but I’m screaming HST |
| Shawty, where them gangstas be? Where the fuck them gangstas be? |