MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
waka flocka flame - get low
[Hook: Flo Rida]
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
[Verse 1: Waka FLocka]
Oooh, she's just my type (Flocka)
Hair long and her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind, baby momma type
Friend muggin, she the hater type
Waka Flocka, I'm the player type (Flex)
Jewelry bright, winter white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up!
Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor
Hands on your hips, get real low
Throwing money, my M.O
So slot me your info
Let me know, what you doing tonight girl
I ain't got time for no games
I'm only here for tonight girl
Lemme see you get low, low, low
To the floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl
Fuck your man
Gimme some more more more
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ride for him
Cause he say I ride real good
Pop star, but I fuck him like I'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway, boobs up and my ass out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big Nicki in the game nigga
Bricksquad, I ain't fucking with no lame nigga (ahhh)
Dis dat part when I slow it down like this (ahhh)
Somebody better get da bitch another round (ahhh)
Fly as fuck I need a co-pilot
When I come out it's a motherfucking ho riot
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
They your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you're on my level but my level too high
Looking in your eyes, don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that, before
Searching in the club and I just found one
Pick up lines, I just dropped mine
Single for the night, tryna double my fun
So whats up, to the bad bitch
In the corner, with her ass big
And her hair long, I'mma grab it
She call me daddy, but I'm a bastard
Like, I ain't tryna be horse & carriage
Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit
I just wanna smash it, smash it
Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is
But first lemme see you...
[Extended Hook: Flo Rida]
Lemme see you
Get it low, to the floor
Lemme know, whats up with us
Get it on
I wanna get you home
I'mma Put it on
You be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), you'll be like (ooh ooh)
I'll be like (ooh ooh), wrap your legs around (me, me)
I'll be on top of (you, you), I'll be on top of (ooh ooh)
waka flocka flame - 2 deep
Grove street, blood we two deep
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.
Grove street, blood we two deep
Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep.
Too my nigga in a... bitch nigga mad cause
I'm fucking this woman
Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep
I'm what's poppin on grove street
I'm smokin kush it feel like byrum
Fuck out my way I stay poppin if he hatin ain't yg take my g so I
Touch for... guns ring out like a harmony
One for two three for four... the best
I think so, she think so, we so on
Beat your ass like
I'm Mike Tyson that's my type can't lie that's my life.
Prime red flag I'm a figure role nigga, they don't know what it's...
Just like my croll nigga, fuck a job,
Did that shit over the stove nigga
Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga
Grind all day party all night, canary yellow diamonds,
Ferrari all white
They say that boy a killer to me he alright
That nigga ain't got it all shit we just alike
I ain't no vegetarian, bitch I like the beef
Put your lips on the curve make
you bite the street cut yo fuckin ankles off
If like to see, put your ass on the mug like some nike cleats
Quit actin 'fore I put you in the trunk dummy
Better break fast 'fore I take yo lunch money
You had a good show them goons had to clap ya
I ain't want yo bitch she got an attitude
See I came to the club on that bullshit
My partna outside with a full clip
... you don't wanna fight
'cause after we beat yo azz yo gon lose yo life
So let that shit go pussy tuck that pride in
And when your niggas sleeping my nigga ridin
Grove st killers my nigga ridin
The choppa hangin on my shoulder like a violin
Brick squad so deep is a privilege to speak
All my fans say what's up and my local meet & greets
Living reppard fuck it rugged
cold name mothafuck it two bloods and a blunket '78 cutless
Monster, monsters gucci mane's a monstar
Dtg is the title of my young star
The man of the south you can call em hellron
1017 brick boys made some lepchrons
F.r. are you... cussin out by you
Free niggas in the back of a g ride
That's how we ride I'm a a threat on the east side
Like panth up with no peace sign bitch
I'm bustin at em look how fast I reach mine
The only thing hanging is the pants on you
Knock you out u swear I had ciara's feet dancing on you
All my niggas trained to go strapped
from straight from head to toe
Play a stunt man and I put shawty lo
Blood tell you where you from west side inglewood
Don't tell em your name ice burgandy is tha name
I be in the hood, I've been hanging out my pocket like
I'm hit squad
My flag dark red like a brick wall
Inglewood avenue my party is like grove street,
I'm young and respected like an og
I ain't scared to shit look up in my eyes
I push kaliana like in 1995
First rule never ride if that nigga snitching
Dey gon find him in a lake while dem boys fishin
You're just a pono wooh da king play yo position
Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin'
W o o h d a
K I n g he super straight
Taliban hit squad bustin on a grove
Come and holla at the king I've king of souls
waka flocka flame - bustin at em
[Waka Flocka]
Pow x8
Shoot first, ask questions last.
That's how these so called gangsta's last.
Waka Flocka Flame 1017
[Hook - Waka Flocka]
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Pow x4, Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Ain't no talkin' homie, I'm jus' bustin' at 'em
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
I been gettin' this, see like then like my neck was killin'
Grow a sumo on my face, call me flockaveli
Nigga what's the dealy, Lemme know what's bkrackin'
Ain't no flamer's round here, nigga stop that actin'
Bitch I'm 'bout that action, so drink 'em like a fraction
Everybody packin, like nick minaj ass
Kush smell like garbage, nigga pay some homage
Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest
Mizay made as mess shit that my mother
Yella diamonds fuzzy chain shit that bitch like butta
Bitch I'm like no otha', rap nigga
You can call me good, broke-ass strap nigga
[Chorus]
KY Engineerin', fuzzy got 'em steerin'
Fuzzy diamond earin's, M6 what I'm steerin's
Woke up to next year in, re-rack diamond earin's
That some John Dearin, nigga who you scarin'
Shawty I'm tatted up, you can call me inky
All I do is get brains, you can call me pinkie
My gooch is like winky, right nigga
I got my swag up, right nigga
I heard they got a price tag on a nigga head
You got a better chance snitchin', nigga goin feds
You dug your own grave, let me make yo' jail bed
Suicide shawty shot his own self red
RIVERDALE!
[Chorus]
Waka waka waka flocka flocka waka waka yeah!
Waka flocka flocka flocka FLAME!
Waka flocka flocka waka flocka flocka waka flocka
FLOCKA! Waka flocka flocka waka waka flocka flocka yeah!
Waka flocka Flocka flocka
BRIIIIIIIIICCCCCKKKKKK SQUUUUUAAAAAD!! FLOCKA!
waka flocka flame - candy paint & gold teeth
[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
[Waka Floka]
I'm in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers's eatin' sum' Soul Food
County attitude let me know if you down to
Party all night wit' my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them hobo's they go feed you
I bring Drama like Yosemite Sam I'm so point five Twista, Bun
Do or Die car clean no suit and tie
Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I'm Bill see, I hold the Flame like Bun B
I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that's country shit fish grease
Yall full of bits, wet paint, big reels, you can't help, but done notice it
When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin' it wit' my van , sickest shit that I have
Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' in Riverdale where we at
[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
[Bun B]
And I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I'm so cool
And my top it drops, and there's no roof
When I'm shinin' on it's my gold tooth
I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set
Pray to the Lord, but don't get it bent
I'm from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit
I'm from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus)
What we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places
So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we'll get reckless
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace (Necklace)
Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride
My gladiater's, yeah they go live wit' them dayton's and them 4
So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause I'll pull that shit, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace
[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
[Ludacris]
Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels
Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a
Deal trucks shakin' like jellied honey's ready to check the spread
Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread
So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
Your southern living is like something you ain't never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green
Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
We sum country certified gangsta's in the south
When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth
[Hook]
I'm from the south Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks' they don't mind they business
Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
waka flocka flame - down ass girl
[Girl:]
Hold his weed I smoke his purp(FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work(WHY)
He pay mah bills he pay mah rent... (AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
That's why I'm his down ass girl
[Waka:]
Yes that is mah down ass chick
She ain't gotta work no mo
Rent free bills free school tuition is on me
Traphouse runnin so hard you would think that shit is on E
Pills I work deals I'm worth uh mill thanks to mah lady
I'm certified with dem babies
Shawty park a highway crazy
Wen she touchdown when she get back
I'm a take ha out I'm a take ha shoppin
I'm a give ha dis I'm a give ha dat
Jaguar Nascar Hotcar yes!
Gucci bag Loui bag Fendi bag Yes!
Deserve so fresh deserve so fresh
[Girl:]
I hold his weed I smoke his purp(FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work(WHY)
He gives me this he gives me that(AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
Waka I'm yo down ass girl
[Waka:]
I love the way you hug me
Love the way you kiss me
Love the way you rub me
Even love the way you fuck me
[Muah] blow one back at me
[Muah] thank you baby
You mah trap girl
You mah down chick
You mah bad bitch
Mah Ms Flocka
I'm the doctor She mah Patient
Let's get it poppin on a vacation
Private Jet baby any location
You go trickin I go treatin
You go trickin I go treatin
Me nd Ms Flocka do dis shit every weekend
Me nd Ms Floack do dis shit every weekend
Me nd Ms Floack do dis shit every weekend
[Girl:]
I hold his weed I smoke his purp(FLOCKA)
I ride all day with mah nigga work(WHY)
He gives me this he gives me that(AND)
When he trap I hold his stacks
Waka I'm yo down ass girl
[Waka:]
Baby.!
waka flocka flame - feed me
Gucci, sqoochie squad, ah, yeah!
Ok, ok, going in!
200 pounds I do that shit, I knew that shit, I do it that shit,
Hold up with a hundred pounds, bills and bricks, filthy rich.
All I know is growingâ?¦
..my mind go like nine times.
Call it engineering, gucci might steal it
A new european, everybody kicking.
Is robbing season,â?¦ goes out searching,
Lurking, surfing, call itâ?¦
Gucci on theâ?¦ let me take a â?¦ wanna drive aâ?¦
Wild, pound, bricks right now,â?¦
Flocka told me go in! roco told me go in!
Pj told me no in, my hand, I will throw in!
..end up in the shootâ?¦
Who he know to look out, â?¦
Chorus: (x2)
Iâ??m in the strip club, the girls are like zombiesâ?¦
Theyâ??re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!
And when the club .. we make scary movie girls
Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming!
â?¦gucci come my.. put the stairs in the back,
â?¦I ainâ??t worried about that,
..nigger hold that!
Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap!
Slap on the bootie like Iâ??m trying to hit that,
How much it cost cause I charge your stack?
Bottles in the air, hey, yeah, Iâ??m stoned!
..double cops, double phone,
Iâ??m full of.. stacks on stacks,
Never been a â?¦ Iâ??mmaâ?¦
They say waka flocka got a guilt.
..I just shift, every boy.. I lived,
..mother fucker thinking I might fall.
The bitches always calling me
.. Iâ??ll ball my jeans.
..you fuck with me
..bitch clap that ass
Chorus: (x2)
Iâ??m in the strip club, the girls are like zombiesâ?¦
Theyâ??re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!
And when the club .. we make scary movie girls
Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming!
Love this nigger,.. screaming out loud I love this nigger!
..seen the same girls that workâ?¦
They say they came straight fromâ?¦
..teach â??em no lesson!
Girls .. my songs on, ..get it to the phoneâ?¦
In the club full of whole zombies,
Screaming out feed me,
But I just got this stack girl, it ainâ??t gonna be that easy!
Four girls leaving, ainâ??t coming,
Old girls fuckig, ainâ??t coming,
Just like gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresserâ?¦
..come home with me, youâ??re fucking
You got my attention, Iâ??ll turn you in aâ?¦
â?¦steady talking, but I donâ??t hear nothing!
Chorus: (x2)
Iâ??m in the strip club, the girls are like zombiesâ?¦
Theyâ??re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!
And when the club .. we make scary movie girls
Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming!
waka flocka flame - fist pump
Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin? bottles ?til we pass out (pass out)
They don?t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air..
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump
Baby jump around for me, bounce
Say that shit now break it down for me (down for me)
Let?s hit the buckle, couple rounds with me (rounds with me)
Grab my hand, let me take you to VIP (chuck chuck VIP)
See, my life is like a movie
Patient, what the fuck is you thinkin??
Better yet, what the fuck is you drinkin??
Better yet, what the fuck is you smokin??
What?s hapennin?? What?s up?
If you feel like me, you?re fucked up, put your cup up
I?m in the club poppin? bottles, got a girl drunk
Say the instance of a fist pump
If you that call, if you that jump
Arms in the air, Shawty do the fist pump
Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin? bottles ?til we pass out (pass out)
They don?t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air..
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump
Fuckin? off the club when we fist pump
Whole party lookin? at us crazy cuz we destruct
My body showin? symptoms of liquor in my system
Her booty workin? hard like it?s time to own a pension
Now listen: face face I?m drash
Don?t really wanna see me no more
Can?t say we gang high, ballin? like a bank shot
Around, get your ego broke
Last time I was dissed up
I swear it was a year ago
From standin? up when we leave the club
I?mma call that shit a miracle
Cuz damn, I?m gold
Twist up, mixed up, twist up
And her booty too big for the seats in my coup
I?mma have to put it in the pick-up truck
Damn, I?m gold
Mixed up, twist up, mixed up
And we feelin? leave here with so many bad bitches
We gon have to take ?em home in the pick-up
Do you know where we at now? (at now)
Drinkin? bottles ?til we pass out (pass out)
They don?t even know how to act now (act now)
Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air..
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump
Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump.
waka flocka flame - for my dawgs
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta
911 It's emergency go get a docta.
You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka
I got a bad habbit I might o.d. off yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies
Devil entered me my mind on injury
I'm in front of the jury like im guilty
Shawty tried me so I killed em off g.p.
Mom I'm sorry I cant let you bury
Don't worry just commissary
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
I heard a lot of niggas dissin me
They let me know dey missin me
I been down fo 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 spit my pain on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my career took flight
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 a wolf pack
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 fought apollo 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. . .
waka flocka flame - foreign shit
Special delivery ? Squad!
Salute!
If you real then I salute you
As I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil
Squad!
Flocka!
Chillin' in France, smokin' AK-47
Run up on my whip, then it's AK-47
9-2 Westside, 7-8 the best side
The West up, a vest up
Shootin' from the neck up
Yeah Bye-bye
Two french vanilla blunts and two french freaks
Big ?H? belt, Hermes's ain't cheap
Industry nigga, bitch nigga, I'm from the streets
Raised from the gutta
Raised whilst clyin' crack
Smokin' weed and poppin' pills
Rob anything, bitch nigga I gotta eat
Switch the subject
Ridin' far ? foreign Glock, foreign bitch
Gettin' foreign top on my foreign shit. Flocka! Yeeeaah
Nigga this the life
Flew nine hours just to drink pure Cognac
Yeeeaah
I'm partyin', poppin' Mollys and
Drinkin' like a rockstar
Local-ass rappers ? I'm a world star Flex!
V.I.P. club, that's a World Bar Squad!
That's the kinda music here you dance to Squad!
Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru' Squad!
Countin' grams to Squad!
Pop bottles to Squad!
North side, South side, east side, come thru Squaaaaad!
2,000 in the Louis store, boy I'm splurgin'
Down South France, showin' my ass in public
I ain't never pulled down my pants Waka Flocka!
Damn
Waka Flocka Flame
College girls on me, chillin' on the yacht
Drinkin' Champagne
Bumpin' Lil' Wayne
Throwin' 500-Dollar-bills ? Purple Rain Flex!
Uhuhuhuu
Laughin' at these haters, mane
God damn, these women make me wanna move to Paris
I go hard ? like Cialis
Rappers do what I say
(?) Paris
Any price I can match it
Flocka!
Boom-boom, big stomache, Porcupine
Drinkin' red wine, flatline
Anyone of yours talkin' 'bout takin' anyone of mine?
Grind
365, shawty I'mma shine
That's the kinda music here you dance to Squad!
Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru' Squad!
Countin' grams to Squad!
Pop bottles to Squad!
North side, South side, East side, come thru Squaaaaad!
That's the kinda music here you dance to Squad!
Animal sounds party, bring your friends thru' Squad!
Countin' grams to Squad!
Pop bottles to Squad!
North side, South side, East side, come thru Squaaaaad!
Flocka, Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka
Ay man I'm like the Dre head Boom-Bap, man: skrilled up, man.
Clear the lane man. You blockin' the lane, man.
I go hard in the paint, man.
Shouts out to the whole France, man:
East side, West side, North side, South side. (?)
Squaaaaad! Animal sounds, nigga. Squaaaad! Flocka!
waka flocka flame - grove st party
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 let's 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
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 let's 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 flocka flame - hard in da paint
[Talking:]
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
waka flocka flame - i don t really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I'm throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I'm yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain't really want yo number yo friend look better anyway
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I'm swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain't never scared
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
No I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I'm gettin cake x2
10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain't playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I
Don't really care I don't, I don't, I don't really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really carelly care.
waka flocka flame - let dem guns blam
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Fuck 'em, fuck!
I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit!
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam
My chopper filled up, let 'em things blam
My hangers got extendos, let 'em things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OGs, just some young niggas!
Gangbangin, Sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy!
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, most have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time.
Above the law hey my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I forced to shine.
Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I might go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of sound
[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Won't stop 'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get mollywopped
Leave my shawty off the top
I'm about a check
My young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that tech
Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet
Live with no regret, [?]
When your friends try throw up your set
A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect.
Pride, dignity! while you're hating on me I'm making history
Waka goin broke boy shitting me
Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me!
Let them guns blam, let them guns blam
This a 44 bulldog it can not jam
[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain't no talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this Benz
50 rounds in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks
Ya'll niggas ain't toting no straps
Ya'll niggas don't want no war
Ya'll niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your front door.
But that hot shit, cause you pop shit
Runnin round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in your crib
You runnin round like you got bricks
Most niggas die cause they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried.
All the real niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like Dirk do
Every nigga that's around me get real money and dirt too
[Chorus:]
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock.
waka flocka flame - mud music
Half a pint in my 2 liter
I just slow sip
This that mud drink, my rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up flexxin right, hopped out flexxin ice
Niggas a give they life, just to live my life.
Bitches yelling,(flocka) walking through the crowd,
With a triple cup, po po po pour me up
Bird game clique,flags in the sky
Walking through the club,I swear to god I'm in sky.
Astronaut high, I'm that guy
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks.
I keep mud on standby,
Got some real niggers that you can't even stand by.
I just slow sip, po po pour me up
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, 4 ounces in a 1 liter
This that mud drink, half a pint in my 2 liter.
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
This that mud music, this that mud drink?
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
Styrofoam cup we pouring up,
Gucci fly we blowing up,
We're so fucking up,
All our foes, they'll be ducking us
Im a jack boy, you're a jackass,
You must dress in the dark with your tacky ass
I'm big gucci,....... got eighty grand in my khaki pants
1017 yea thats my team, bsm yea thats my theme
I'm a millionaire, its reality,
You want a mil, thats a fucking dream,
Im on mine, got 2 nines, throw my watch in the air and let time fly
I'm dui, I'm too hot, real dot young nigga I'm too fly
?nigger I'mma buy my bread,
I don't want no pussy girl give me head
We aint even got to stop to use the bed, aint no need to fuck up my spread
I'm drinking, I'm thinking,
All the real niggers we're linking,
Sippin lean done got me famous, gucci!
I just slow sip, po po pour me up
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, 4 ounces in a 1 liter
This that mud drink, half a pint in my 2 liter.
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
This that mud music, this that mud drink?
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that kickstand campaign, over they head like an airplane,
Bring your girl to the club round me and my niggas then she fair game
I'm too chains I'm too much,
Every time I fuck I get too nuts!
Everytime you see me with two sluts,
I ain't eating her out thats the crews cut
Promethazene, contraband told them folks well crunch....
Bricks squad dufflebag bunch of knuckle head niggas saying fuck the feds
My bread long like subway, louis on unlaced
I aint talking money when I hit you with this one cake
I need 2 more 2 lites, I got bass like two speakers,
It must be do or die, cause these niggers out here poor pimpin!
All we're doing is slow sipping,
I'll be on that codeine, I got four sips,
About to pour it on his ice-cream.
I just slow sip, po po pour me up
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, 4 ounces in a 1 liter
This that mud drink, half a pint in my 2 liter.
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
This that mud music, this that mud drink?
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
waka flocka flame - my g
Every girl in the world love a young nigga
Never fuck a smile just more my nigga
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
Hey, your mama front row like Spike Lee
All black dress, you shouldn't have fucked with me
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
My partner is stupid, he would think he got a blender
Robot rappers, I don't see no contenders
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
Me and YC, Chill Will and Big Gucc'
Call my nigger Taz man that nigger need a tooch
(triple cup, pour me up)
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
Benjamin Flocka, shawty this the intro
No pen or pencil, straight off the temple
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
DJ love Dinero, DJ Techniques
Waka Flocka Flame I'm the king of the streets (what's happening)
I'm just thuggin' my g, I'm just thuggin' my g
Brick Squad Monopoly, shawty that's my company
Brick Squad Monopoly, shawty that's my company
You disrespect my company, I'll wipe out your whole faculty
Brick Squad Monopoly
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