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(Hook: Waka Flocka) I can hear automatics going off I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin If a nigga try me, I'mma off him I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly (Bridge: Waka Flocka) Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my body These nigga's mad when I pull up in that Rari I don't like to brag, but they know I got an army Fuck with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie Automatic going off (Hook: Waka Flocka) I can hear automatics going off I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin If a nigga try me, I'mma off him I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly Letras de canciones (Verse 1) Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti's Flexin' with that ice on, boy you a robbery I can't talk to you, if it ain't money Ballin' like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rock Get the dancin' to the Dougie, say yo ass a dummie Got that trap jumpin' the some double dutch Pussy, get your money up Fuck with me you double up, triple up If you ain't getting money, then you fuckin' up Playin' with my money, then I'm sending red crew after you I can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeral Talkin' bout, harming me, you better watch it fuck boy I'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue (Hook: Waka Flocka) I can hear automatics going off I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin If a nigga try me, I'mma off him I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly (Verse 2) If a nigga try me, Rock-a-bye baby Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me Imma give em' hell, til these pussy nigga's cage me Shout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays me I'm sucker free, bet a nigga won't look wrong or even fuck with me BSM, yeah we more than just a company More, we the Mafia Pussy boy we droppin' ya Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera Fire your ass up, like them candles during Hanukkah Drop it then they findin' ya Wipe your family out like you're the punisher Push a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke (Hook: Waka Flocka) I can hear automatics going off I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin If a nigga try me, I'mma off him I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly From Letras Mania