Waka Flocka Flame

Artyści:: Waka Flocka Flame
Album:: Salute Me or Shoot Me 2
Gatunki:: Rap
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[Intro: Waka Flocka]
I was 9 years old, guns sold like coke
H-I-T hit squad, man them niggas cut throats
H-I-T hit squad, man them niggas cut
H-I-H-I-H-I-T hit squad, man them niggas cut throats
You can catch me on the grove with my nigga Lil Capp
Or my nigga Triko, catch me in morrow (Wud up)

[Hook x2: Waka Flocka]
DAMN I’m iced up
DAMN I’m boomin’
DAMN 32 and So Icey moving units
Waka Flocka Flame and my nigga Young Juice
And we keep that good coke
And we smoke the best weed

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
I was 9 years old, guns sold like coke
H-I-T hit squad, man them niggas cut throats
You can catch me on the grove with my nigga Lil Capp
Or my nigga Triko, catch me in morrow (Wud up)
[?] boy they wild man, yes they gutta and they dirty
Shad beat it down like that boy was a surgeon
She’s a brain surgeon, she slurping and burping
My chain like detergent, green and white, diamond bright
M-A-S-E made this, my chain look ridiculous
Green and white diamonds, call that shit the Flocka chain
32 E-N-T, call that shit the Juice Cake
S-I-B president, call that nigga Waka Flame
Soo woo to my blood you can call me the [?]
Always wearing red and I always get that money, mane
Waka Flocka Flame, Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame, better remember that name

[Hook: Waka Flocka x2]

[Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman]
AYYYEEE man, I’m posted in my traphouse
Pounds of the mid got me trapping in my weed house
DAMN, man we in my weed house
Switch that bitch around, now we working out my brick house
Man it’s Waka Flocka Flame and Young Juiceman and this ain’t no game
YEAH, we are fucking booming
Busting bricks down and my diamonds like a movie
Stupid fruity swag and we smoking on that loud pack
Golden grill, dawg, and we also [?] with them gets
Hundred fifty round, that’s a head fucking shooter
Young Juiceman and my watch is a Muller
Pull up in my Hummer, damn I’m a stunner
8’s on my arm, shitting for the summer
Fifty bricks in, hundred pound of that boomin’
Young Juiceman and i keep some pounds of fruity

[Hook: Waka Flocka] (2x)