DL@M lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro]
Yah, yah! Brrrt!
(911, what’s your emergency?)

[Verse 1]
Tellin’ me how to live, yeah, that’s some weak sh*t
When I move to Cali I won’t ask you where the beach is
When I move to Cali I won’t ask you “where the b*tches?”
Open up your mind and listen, this don’t need a remix

[Hook]
Don’t look at me, don’t look at me
Oh, don’t look at me, please don’t look at me
Don’t look at me, don’t look at me
Lord, don’t look at me, lord, don’t look at me

[Verse 2]
Hit you like a truck, hit you like a drug (drug)
Hit you with a bat, blood stains on the rug (rug)
I’ma be the man gettin’ rid of all the thugs
Fairy dust up your nose, that’s some bad, bad drugs (bad drug)
That was f*ckin’ bad, that’s a bad line (bad line)
I’ma use it anyway just ‘cause it rhyme (rhyme)
‘Bout half-time, I’m in my prime
f*ck, this feeling is sublime
Crack open a Corona, add a little slice of lime
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, cello cue, cue, cue
Go and hate if you want but what better can you do?
Lotta sheep in the world but, f*ck, I’m feeling new
How is Kate Winslet so fine at 42?
I don’t know
She fire, though
Damn

[Hook]
Don’t look at me, don’t look at me
Oh, don’t look at me, please don’t look at me
Don’t look at me

[Verse 3]
You say the same things every day, it ain’t new
Doing dirty things, hangin’ with the wrong crew
Acted like you had no idea but you knew
Black voodoo magic, upside down horseshoe
Shovel sh*t into my ears, shovel in some more too
Beggin’ for forgiveness but your love is overdue
So I burn the witch-b*tch, turn it to a barbecue
And when it’s all tender, turn it to a f*ckin’ stew

[Outro]
Telling me how to live, yeah, that’s some weak sh*t
When I move to Cali I won’t ask you where the beach is
When I move to Cali I won’t ask you “where the b*tches?”
Open up your mind and listen, this don’t need a remix

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