Waka Flocka Flame Album

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I can't forget da southside
Can't forget riverdale
I can't forget the hit squad
1017 brick squad

[Waka:]
Lebron flocka james
I go hard in da muhf**kin paint nigga

Flockaaa

I go hard in da muhf**kin paint nigga
Leave you stankin nigga
What da f**k you thinkin nigga
I won't die fo this sh*t or what da f**k I say
Front yard broad day with da sk
See gucci that's my muhf**kin nigga
I hang in da dale with them hit squad killas
Waka flocka flame one hood ass nigga
Riding real slow in the corners in my nigga

[Verse:]
Gotta main b*tch (and) got a mistress
A coupla girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my d*ck hard and keep me smoking
You get bills free shawty no joking

[Chorus:]
Aye what I stand fo
Flockaa
Brick squad
I'm a die fo dis shawty I man I swear to god
In da trap with some killas and some hood niggas
Where you at where your trap you ain't hood nigga

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[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Waka]
All that ass in those jeans kid wale me
Kid and Roscoe speak
Long hair she don't care
When she walks she gets this
Brown skin or a yellow bone
DJ this my favorite song
So Imma make it thunderstorm
Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I dont care
Glasses flying everywhere tap my partna Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as hell
Can't you tell, goose we been spent fifty stacks so fuck it
Well I'm tryna to hit the hotel with two girls that's wide awake
Tell this dick and swallow bay mascato got her freaky
Hey you got me in a trans, you take of yo pants
You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies dis yo jam "com on"
Imma sip mascato and you go loose dem pants
And Imma throw dis money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty goooo
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Wale]
She said look ma no hand, she said look ma no hands
And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance Imma bad motha fucka go and ask them mothafuckas
A young handsome mothafucka I slang that wood I just nunchuck'em
And who you with and what's your name are you not hip boo I'm wale
And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze
Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can take it outside, fuck it what broad these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo league, I sweat no bitches that sweat out weaves
Wear out tracks let me do my thing, I got sixteen for this roscoe thing
But im almost done let me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (come on)
Imma sip mascato and you go loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Roscoe]
R-o-s-c-o-e mr.shawty put in on me
I be going ham shorty upgrade from bologna
Them niggas tippin good girl but I can make you flush
'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say
My pockets stuck on overload my rain never evaporate
No need to elaborate most of these ducks exaggerate
But Imma get money nigga every day stuntin, nigga duck might get a chance after me
It's a baller like I'm commin' off a free throw, shook yo head in the game no cheat codes
Lambo roscoe no street code 'cause yo booty go me lost like nemo, go go go g-gone and do yo dance
And imma throw this money while you do it wit no hands GO!!!

[Chorus]
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw this money while you do it no hands
Girl drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go
All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said my necklace - iced out
My left wrist - iced out
Waka flaka, best stay out my lane because I'm thugged out
Niggas gettin drugged out
You know what my clique bout
Hit em with a bottle stomp his mutha fuckin lights out
Hands on deck make a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin this year I ain't gon stop until I wild out
Wild out wild out gudda gudda wild out wild out
Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money

[Chorus:]
Young money brick squad [x2]
Young money [x3]
Brick squad
Young money brick squad [x2]
Brick squad [x4]
[Repeat]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Gudda waka flacka heyyy
For the cash I'll wrap a nigga ass up
Run un up in his house jim carrey style masked up
We the new wu tang the new no limits
The new NWA what's up snoop n dre
Can't forget eazy e ice cubes on my neck
Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that check
I don't needa flex but I gotta ball
Money yao ming, yes it's that tall
Yo I'm gudda gudda
Whatsup gudda gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my veins

[Chorus:]
Young money brick squad [x2]
Young money [x3]
Brick squad
Young money brick squad [x2]
Brick squad [x4]
[Repeat]

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Young money nigga I'm a rep till the death
You can see the ym tatted on my neck
All my niggas wild choppas on deck
Stomp a nigga out demand I respect
Me n waka flacka got the hand on the tech
N it's cash on delivery for handin my check
Nigga I don't talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money heavy weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me wayne told me do me
N stack big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop
I'm countin up the money till my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they talkin we do's it
Free my nigga weezy n free my nigga gucci
Young money

[Chorus:]
Young money brick squad [x2]
Young money [x3]
Brick squad
Young money brick squad [x2]
Brick squad [x4]
[Repeat]

[No lyrics]

A long ride to the west
M.O.B. tatted on my chest
Lord please don't let me rest
Why these niggas wanna stress

[Waka Flocka]

Grovvvvvve Grovvvvve Streeeeettttt.....FLOCKA!

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flock Flame]

I step in the club, rollin on that loud shit
My weed keep your security saying be quiet
My bread startin a riot, your girl getting excited
hold on wanna try it, I'm like why not try it
My swag they wanna buy it, my juice they wanna try it
club going stupid, when I Oh Lets do it
Chu ain't gotta chew it, juking and she moving
Grove street villain nigga who you killin?
Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million
Jacksons to the ceiling that's how we ballin
You know that I'm rollin
Throwing up the mean bread
Now I'm bout to meet her in the club with a heater

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Kebo Gotti]

A party ain't a party til I walk in it
Lime green flap match the fitted and the linen
Gucci shades are on my face and my lens kinda tinted
Cause my eyes real low and my head just started spinnin
I'm rollin like a mothafucka I'm a roll out in this motherfucker
Ima roscoe dash it ima bout to show out in this mothafucka
My jewelry game on frost about to snow out in this mothafucka
Ay flocka get them burners lets pull out in this mothafucka
Ay mothafucka what the hell is you rockin for run up on me and my squad
No that shouldn't be an option so
Somebody betta let you know I suggest that you let it go
This is grove street party safe niggas hit the exit door

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

[Waka Flocka Flame]

Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean
Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back
The hood got my fucking back, the streets I'm not duckin that
Please step the fuck back, grove street yes we are back
Hood plus I'm a nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this
20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect
20 fucking 10 ima blow the whole check
In the club flex, after party flex, you know how we ball, all I know is ball
Every dollar in my pocket ima spend it all, when a nigga die they gon say shawty raw

[Waka Flocka Flame] CHORUS

I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin that's why the bad hoes jockin

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get fucked up

It's a party It's a party It's a party
It's a party It's a party It's a party

Waka waka flocka flame wacka flocka flame waka flocka flame waka flocka flame

I fucked my money up, damn
Now i can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up
Now i'm back on deck,
So shawty what the fuck you want
Heard he talkin shit but this aint what the fuck he want
Locked my ceo up
Now it's back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em wit the choppa
Call that shit hot lava
Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga
Aka young drug dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills got white
In the trap all night with the hard and the soft
Stacks on the flo' [inaudible]
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass niggas aint got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
Home of he braves shawty shoot em wit a k

Chorus [x2]:
Yeah, o lets do it
Ay
O lets do it
Ay
O lets do it
Yeah, drug dealin music
Ay
I influence
Ay
I influence

1 shot man down
His brains go ka-pow
Ow, that shit hurt
So don't fuck around
But that happen often off in riverdale georgia
You gone pay the life you live off in riverdale georgia
They gone lay yo ass out rock you to sleep like a baby
Hit squad shawty in the hood we got them babies
Ever since they killed my nigga travis start poppin pills and actin crazy
Ever since they killed my nigga travis start poppin pills and actin crazy

Chorus [x2]

You know me nigga
I am the block
It's riverdale... and waka flock
We got the glocks whips and the knots
[inaudible]
Catch me in different states bustin down bricks
Bustin down bricks wit that chick you fell in love with
We on that thug shit give a fuck about love i'm cruel bitch
Keep my money on my mind not you bitch
Everyday shawty pull up in a new whip
In the trap shawty said he need another one
Told em call lil waka and he said"what the fuck u want"
Pull up in the dump followed by a yellow one
So icey feddi gang bitch keep them tommy guns

Chorus [x2]

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[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 1:]
Just handguns all white air ones, n-ggas talkin one on one but there ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son? I do my DAWG! so TTG let's go to WAR!
Number 1 video BET, MTV so Sucker Free you ? you a TV,
A n-gga Fuck with me Squigly lines an IV's.
Uncle told me Flocka Murder this MothaFucka!
Yo roc Dig a hole for these MothaFucka's!
Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-z R.I.p to?

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 2:]
When the n-gga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle that 5th or that 40.
I'm strapped up Shawty, ask my n-gga Waka, ask my n-gga Unkle, an I murder?
n-gga shot me 5 times, 2 days later them n-ggas died,
n-ggas shootin at the five is commiten a suicide!
I'm a MURDURIOUS MAD DAWG that's the acronym MMB frunt on me an a n-gga klappin em!
I'm the BIG HOMIE act like you know me, put in my own work, but n-ggas kill for me!?
frunt on me an I make the whole country shocka kuz I'm a real gun doctor!

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

Mentally ill, please someone call a docta
911 it's emergency go get a doct.
You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka
I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies
Devil entered me my mind on injury
I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty
Shawty tried me so I killed em off G.P.
Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry
Don't worry just comecary
And some letters plus some phone time momma
What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas

[2x]
I'MA RIDE
I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE
I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB
I'MA ROB
I'MA STEAL
I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL
I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

(OH MY GoDsh)
I heard a lot of niggas dissin me
They let me know dey missin me
I been down for some months
Now it's time to make history
With these evil ass thoughts
It feel like satan just entered me
I'ma pull through dis shit
Idon' need no nigga ta pray fo me
I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight
O let's do it got em hype
Love them gun sounds make em fight
I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight
I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin wit me
I'm from Clayton County Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact Bricksquad we'll walk back
I can taste these niggas flesh
I can smell these niggas fail
Riverdale, Flocka.

[2x]
I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB I'MA ROB (flocka)
I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

They said a man shine proper
Sometimes that shit hurt
Why they put G babyface on the t-shirt
Neek I know it hurt that just god at his work
Blow all the real niggas livin in the dirt
Imma Ride Imma Ride
Every chance a nigga get
Imma squeeze imma squeeze
Imma let my gun rip
R.I.P. trav on some real nigga shit
Real nigga click im on my bricksquad shit
One louzy ass bullet, cant fuckin stop me
I feel like rocky when he fold on palo creed
Ima certafied G waka flocka too street you can call me concrete raised by grove street

[2x]
I'MA RIDE
I'MA RIDE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA LIVE
I'MA DIE
I'MA DIE
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS
I'MA ROB
I'MA ROB
I'MA STEAL
I'MA STEAL
I'MA KILL
I'MA KILL
FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS dawgs dawgs. . .

[No lyrics]

they say flocka trippin shawty on that other shit
i keep the crowd jumpin like im cris blowds bitch

[No lyrics]

Real nigga music
Hey man the industry is so m** f*** dirty
Watch out for these labels
Make sure you know what your doing before you sign a contract, right
Don't get a 360....

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

Lord take my back da Devil entered me.
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...

They say ... is pain
I call it bullshit
Cause when I'm finished cryin
I'm back to this bullshit
I got a four clip from my enemies
They wanna see me dead off these fu** streets
I drink this f** liquor you know the remedy
Waka Flocka Flame ain't no endin me
Shout out to my moma (momma) she got my back
Man I love my family
That's a f*** fact
Fuck this industry
I mean that shit dawg
Waka Flocka Flame
Man I want it all
I can't trust myself
So don't trust me
I can't trust my friends
When they set me up
Back to this bullshit
Man this industry full of bullshit

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

Damn I miss my brother
They wanna see me under
Disrespect my mother
You gonna met my brother
KK that shit fu*** up
25 to life he did it to defend his life
Shout out to my grandma
For all them a** whoopin
That shi* made me tough
No more a** whoopings
Shout out to my three they showed me how to ?
For that all my life I gotta have it all
Shout out to my aunties for their female love
They showed me how to cook and clean and show women love
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews
And I love my family
One day bless you
Momma don't cry we gonna get it
And we do it again
We gonna show em that we got it
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
They don't want shi*
But my money

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

Whats up to my block
Hello grocery
Whats up SHYtown
What's up OD
What's up LA
Shout out to woovy
What's up to Miami
What's up ?
What's up Asian Fresh
??
??
And my nigga KIbo
That's my f*** dawg
Nigga real tough
Shout out to New York to the North Side
Shout out to NC and to ?
Shout out VA
Shout out to M Town
West wood bloods
Threw the set up now
Man I love my street niggas
What the f** would I be without my street niggas
Shout out to Gucci
??? Frenchie
Whats up Juice Man
This is Bricksquaad!

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

[Chorus]
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Fuck dis Industry
BITCH I'm in these streets...
Lord take my back da Devil entered me.

[Chorus:]
They wanna see me dead puttin prices on my head
Spreadin rumors round town like I fell down
They cant hold me down they cant stop my shine
They cant block my grind shawty its game time
Pyru for life breads off the elms nigga ian big on lick
Cause ian been to the mother land here I stand grown ass
Man gun in my hand ion fear no man FLOCKA!!!

[Verse 1]
These niggas fuckin trippin second guess am I livin
Better tell em I'm gone kill em twenty bags and tell em
Come get em make ya boy scared to say nun him
I thank that I scared him I swear to god
Dont fear them these niggas straight trippin
Thinkin that I'm slippin pull it out
Then I'm rippin my whole click
Itchin lookin for the fuckin victum
Free my partner isum tunnel fuckin vision
I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt fuckin hear em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
These niggas say they kilt me and kidnapped my daughter
Ion even got no daughter they mad cause imma baller
And they hoes a caller you know that imma stall her
Then dick her and ball her then never ever call her
Grind hard like my mother I'm the problem solver AR
Or revolver you hard then I am harder stop actin like a killer
You pussy ass nigga you aint wanna murder
Thats why I'm still alive nigga BRICKSQUAD!!!

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
RING ALARM! dem boys in town
LIKE JOC, lay dat pussy nigga down
I don't talk, I don't laugh, I just frown
From da eagle 2 da choppa, luv dat gun sound
[x2] luh dat gun sound, luh dat, luh dat gun sound

Waka Flocka Flame or just murdaman FLOCKA!

[Verse 1:]
Run up on gucci ya might loose ya life
I'll do 7, you in heaven I won't think twice
Murdaman flocka I keep a heavy choppa
I'm down with so icey I'm a real top shotta
Lite skin rasta, move like da mobstaz
Rob yo ass for ganja so giv it up potna
I hang with da killers, we go ape like gorillaz
Yes I gon rob you and then we mite kill you
Alwayz missin breakfast, eatin on sum cereal
FLOCKA! WAKA FLOCKA!

[Repeat Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
We street thuggin wut da fuck is corporate thuggin?
Homey betta stop all dat mean muggin
I say 2 words, shawty buss
Luv 2 trap, luv 2 cuss
I'll talk 2 a nigga b4 I puttem in da dirt
Tellem wdf he did and why da fukk he gettin murked
50 rounds strapped make your life line flat
?
(Run up on dat nigga) why da fukk deez niggaz hatin

[Repeat Hook:]