Birdman & Lil Wayne Army Gunz Lyrics

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Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

Okay I'm out 'chea you *****s done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them *****s won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them *****s belong in a sorority ain't that a *****
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop ****in' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit' that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust et cetera et cetera
You *****s is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come, got a gun
Never come without one
*****s wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that **** from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And down here you gonna need a chopper
And I'm a need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because

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Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
*****s ain't ****in' wit' the boy them *****s softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy
yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley
and leave 'em parked in the alley
*****s talkin' about me
but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me
then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is *****
***** you better make ya words strong
'Cause the **** gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the U-Haul
Make a real ***** bring it back to ninety two dog
Bring his *** to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come ***** you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party *****
Why? Because

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Thirty shots in the clip *****s let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These *****s 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'm a take the **** as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And that's Kenneth Cole *****s seem plenty bold
Pull that ***** out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them *****s hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O
Forty-fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a ***** have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas ***** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest ***** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because

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