Waka Flocka Flame

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(Verse) Aye, I be turnt up Aye, I be turnt up I hit hard like Sam Gumby Kick game like I’m brand winning Too inhibit, psychological termen Either rap or no Jeffrey Dom It’s over Riverdale, Grove Street Just a big Z, no I’m on the map Put my hood, G’s up Bees up and hoes down M.O.B. money over bitches Can’t get down to these pussy niggas Don’t fuck 2 things, police is snitches Small glass man, no Willie Lynches I’m a style but paper got me feelin richer You know, so my dogs got all locked up Just last night we were turnt up Poppin bottles and a nigga like what 14000 in the air, pick it up Next morning call the plane, now we locked up Goddamn goddamn I thought that fucked up (Interlude) See when I tell a nigga man you take gun was alike Still tryin, don’t know what the fuck gon happen man Letras de canciones5 hours later, 3 hours later You know, 30 minutes later You know, this shit be crazy nigga You gotta hold your ass nigga, you know what I mean Every bitch that look bad Nigga ain’t gonna be good for you nigga Skip a ho nigga You know I don’t know right rims, or mine factory Man I wear to a plain jane nigga Get your motherfuckin head here, planned on me Uh (Verse) I put yo dick in the dirt, make yo mama cry Put you in that black box, wear the suit and tie Fuck with Waka Flocka, dough house outside they gon while 3 3 3 350000 when I drove by Every chance I get, shorty I just turn up Make the wrong move, Bruster he gon burn ya Bullets beat your chest Slap yo face like turnup They like Waka really not that hard ‘Cause all he talkin bout er I’m like boy I wish you try it Hollow tip your diet Turn this fuckin club into a motherfuckin riot Every time yo baby mama see a nigga she excited Every she want and need in this world I can buy it From Letras Mania