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Public service announcement, man Waka Flocka, Papoose, and Rich Kid is in the building, man Verizon boys on deck Hundred deep (Waka Flocka) Might get stomped with two hundred feet, man Verizon boys on deck, man Rich Kid Shawty Forty niggas deep We in the V.I.P Y'all niggas can't fuck with it, man Rich Kid Shawty, we deep Brick Squad Forty niggas, V.I.P Bitch, we deep, bitch, we deep Blowing on that gasoline Bitch, we geeked, bitch, we geeked We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this throwing fingers up, clearly we don't give a fuck And we snatching girls, so them, they gon' give them bitches up I think they buck, listened to the waitress, hit her on the butt I think they riled, outside in the trunk in case it gon' go down Letras de cancionesMy folks gon' clown and we repping southside of the whole dang time Now hold it down, five fingers up, you're stupid, we will clown This Rich Kid Shawty, they done fucked 'round, made me get with Waka So now when we hit the club, it's gon' be two midget choppers [?] dollar, nigga, and my bankroll budging like Big Poppa If you wanna stop her, get the [?], partner Dread head like Shotta so you know who we be Real nigga, no TV, bitch, we deep and we geeked Forty niggas, V.I.P Bitch, we deep, bitch, we deep Blowing on that gasoline Bitch, we geeked, bitch, we geeked We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) Mug that nigga, tell him: "Fuck you, nigga" Throw your set up like: "Fuck y'all niggas" Mug that nigga, tell her: "Fuck you, bitch" Throw your set up like: "Fuck y'all bitches" We thugging over here, drinking over here Banging over here, put the birds in the air Straight fraud a nigga Jump little shawty, we ain't fighting fair Brick Squad in here, Rich Kids in here Throw your sets up, nigga, put it in the air Security mug us, tell them we don't care Get stoned up, get drunk as hell Red rag shawty, throw them B's in the air (Blood) Blue rag shawty, throw them C's in the air (Crip) Yellow rag shawty, throw them L's in the air (King) Black rag shawty, throw G.D. in the air (G) Forty niggas, V.I.P Bitch, we deep, bitch, we deep Blowing on that gasoline Bitch, we geeked, bitch, we geeked We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) I'm from a block of drama, Papoose and Waka Flocka Seven Rich Kids, got copper-toppers, who shot you, partners? See you got your dollars, got your block up, I got my chopper It go "blocka, blocka", motherfucker, you got your doctor? The south love me, I push lines I be all up in Florida like James from Good Times Keep acting like you Kimbo, man, I'll put so many holes in you You gonna sound like a whistle when the wind blow They know my M.O.: stop him out with the Timbos We geeked up, blowing on that indo I knew he was a punk, I seen him in the club the other day I mean-mugged him and he looked the other way Forty niggas, V.I.P Bitch, we deep, bitch, we deep Blowing on that gasoline Bitch, we geeked, bitch, we geeked We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) We in this bitch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air) From Letras Mania