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Data di rilascio: 10.05.2018
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Uh Huh |
They call me Shawty Dread better yet Flocka, a handgun can’t do it better use a\nchopper.\nDis nigga had a 30 clip and used one bullet, next time u pull I,\nt aim for the head.\nPolice need a statement, I can’t talk homey, fuck a bestfriend do it by my\nlonely.\nBut that can’t go phony CB4 nigga, he acting like Gusto, he super pussy nigga.\nVet here no rookie nigga, hood ledgend like Tookie nigga, white wrist white\nblue ring nigga, but I ain’t cripin doe. Shoot yo ass from head to toe when I\nsee you nigga.\nI heard they set this stack I heard so many rumors.\nI heard so much bullshti, u got a dick or a click, better yet yo click on bitch,\npussy nigga.\nThey call me Flocka I ain’t got no lyrics nigga, straight blunt nigga I don’t\nwant no lyrics nigga.\nRiding in my box chevy, aye that’s my hood car, graduated from a hood star.\nThese niggas get me mad, I don’t need bread 30 bands I got swag.\nMy show 15 bands, quarter every month muthafucka let’s stunt.\n2 chains, 2 rings, 1 bright, 1 bracelet, nigga you got goose for brains.\nI throw money out my window just to front (uh huh uh huh)\nLoud purp in the swisha that’s the blunt (uh huh uh huh)\nI heard I’m ugly but you can’t call me broke (uh huh uh huh)\nWaka Flocka Flame lil shawty dope (uh huh uh huh)\nTay on the beat that’s them stacks (uh huh uh huh)\nHit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh uh huh)\nNiggas buck we gon bust em ASAP (uh huh uh huh)\nThis rap shit boomin like this shit a trap (uh huh uh huh)\nOk, what the fuck to say.\nI got juice nigga, I’m the truth nigga.\nU can play Bishop nigga I’m a play Q, Elm street. shawty I’m a die py ruu.\nG shit here nigga, u square nigga you could neva fit up in my cirlce,\ngeeked up like I’m Erkel off the triple stack, niggas talk off white,\nthey ain’t neva trapped.\nYou can call it sneak dissin, this nigga answer back he, gon end up missing.\nOn my tour bus smoking weed and fucking hoes, Waka Flocka Flame booked up meet\nme at my shows.\nBuck nigga it’s a go, nigga I’m on everythang, damn near a hall of fame,\ndon’t mix me for no lame, bitch nigga stay out my lane, you rap nigga fuck the\nfame, you disrespect me I’m a put you in a picture frame.\nFuck nigga put you on a milk carton, we shootin pistols ova here no martial\nartin, Maserati Martin.\nBeamer or a Benz, passenger nobody muthafuck a friend.\nPut no trust in them.\nI did that shit one time almost lost my life, Rock Rabbo roll dem dice.\nI got 3 jobs, stunt stunt stunt stunt.\nI throw money out my window just to front (uh huh uh huh)\nLoud purp in the swisha that’s the blunt (uh huh uh huh)\nI heard I’m ugly but you can’t call me broke (uh huh uh huh)\nWaka Flocka Flame lil shawty dope (uh huh uh huh)\nTay on the beat that’s them stacks (uh huh uh huh)\nHit the strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh uh huh)\nNiggas buck we gon bust em ASAP (uh huh uh huh)\nThis rap shit boomin like this shit a trap (uh huh uh huh) |