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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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Back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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I back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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Pussy ass nigga you ain't never jug |
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I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge |
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I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill |
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For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill |
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I'm Waka Flocka, nigga |
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Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga |
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Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga |
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Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga |
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I'm on the block my nigga |
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Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga |
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Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer |
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I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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Back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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I back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess |
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Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck |
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Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset |
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Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set |
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I'm like Meech, my nigga |
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Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas |
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Waka Flocka name still good in these streets |
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Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach |
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When it come to killers, gotta fleet my nigga |
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Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleets my nigga |
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I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga |
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Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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Back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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I back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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Check his background, he ain't who he say he is |
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Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit |
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Boy I must admit a lot of rap |
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Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies |
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John Gotti |
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Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga |
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Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze |
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Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me |
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Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga |
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Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga |
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Now the feds tryna kick in my front door |
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I got loyal fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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Back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
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I been workin' nigga |
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Cocaina, she be twerking nigga |
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I back my 'Rari out the driveway |
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500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti |
