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Unknown  /  5:40 AM  /  ,   /  No comments

Workin' by Waka Flocka Flame

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
I back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

Pussy ass nigga you ain't never jug
I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask [?]
For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill
I'm Waka Flocka, nigga
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga
Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga
Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga
I'm on the block my nigga
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga
Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
I back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess
Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck
Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset
Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my nigga
Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas
Waka Flocka name still good in these streets
Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach
When it come to killers, gotta fleet my nigga
Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleets my nigga
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga
Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
I back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

Check his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit
Boy I must admit a lot of rap
Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies
John Gotti
Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga
Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me
Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga
Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga
Now the feds tryna kick in my front door
I got loyal fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka)

I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
Back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti
I been workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking nigga
I back my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti

Unknown  /  12:26 PM  /  ,   /  No comments

Game On by Waka Flocka Flame

[Hook: Joel Madden]
This is not a game now, nobody can save you
Spent up all your change and now your turn is done
We won't be afraid cause we're the ones who made you
Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone
Game on, game on

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Assassin, soldier and a captain
Feel the passion, no compassion, but I'm askin'
You say you ready, well, I'm attackin'
A predator in my competitors this second
I'm never lackin', boy, I'm ready for that action
That was braggin', man, what happened to you has-beens?
It's amazin' all the places and the people faces
Ah, bought the tour bus like a spaceship
I'm racin' against nothin' but time
Probably wouldn't be so lost if you was watchin' the signs
They gon' play me like a PlayStation from playin' on that station
But I'm a be the face of a generation
Kids wit' no patience or directions
Never doubt or question my effort
Gameboard, gameboard, hope you people ready
I'm reloaded and I hope my trigger finger steady

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Get Xbox deleted cause in my lane
No controller but me playin' my game
This a different league, a different bracket
I'm a different gene, a different faction
I will never fall off, I just fall back
Don't make me pull up, pull up where you boys ball at
And show you little fake hustlers what the trap is
I have you run, it's do or die, it's all practice
I got warrior blood, I fear no heir
No army, no weapon, no man
Killer instinct, I just go harder than (-), but I pull larger
I can't let you Mini-Mes steal my Austin Powers
I've travelled plenty seas, spent many hours
To make Flocka be the best he can be
So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me
That number one spot legacy I see is my hit
And what you take what you is, what you leave behind

[Hook]

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