Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame - Barry Bonds lyrics

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[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Shoutout to every nigga [?] now we're fucked up
Always been a gunner, my nigga, never ducker
And she wanna ride with a nigga like me
And she wanna hang and smoke with me
Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric
Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the 
Lord hear it
[?] gotta eat, I gotta get it
What they talkin bout we livin'
Waddup mane, what it do bustas
Know y'all don't like us but your girls wanna fuck us
My gangstas [?] so I'm pimpin
Nigga what you drinkin, what you sippin
Most my niggas blood, so I'm crippin'
Out in Chi-Town with some real GD's and some BL's
Gangsta worldwide with this shit my nigga can't you 
tell
So say "Crime don't pay, " it's hard to tell
Niggas said it with my chain in the cell
Thank God for the shells [?]
[Hook: ASAP]
I be on my Maserati boss shit
Top down in the winter
Middle of the summer but it's feeling like December
Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don't 
remember, I'm a winner
So my whole team start
Ballin like I'm Barry hitting bitches out the park, 
home run
You better get your own son
I'm on now, and I'm on one
[Verse 2: P Smurf]
I thank God for another one, then roll another one
Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one
King size bedroom sets with double Ds in it
Nigga the condo smellin like a weed clinic
Room 1017 that's at the top nigga
Smokin Grade A while I'm getting topped nigga
PS in the new Roll, and I'm Pac nigga
[?] niggas out in the lobby, me and Flock nigga
I love my squad
Money over bitches I love my mom
And a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen
And the diamonds in my truck [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: ASAP]
I rubberband the work so you know a nigga stretch it
And if she stepped on we just call that bitch neglected
Whip it like a slave, all white, I'm a racist
Running for the money like a horse when it races
Cash on my mind, money on my mental
Cocaine [?] I bring it back like a rental
Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I've been 
through
I've been to hell and back, I've got some passes I can 
lend you
Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain't Benihana's
But I'm working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas
Verses the new [?] she go in labor
I'm tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor
[Hook]
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Language: English

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