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Game On lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Flocka, pow pow Turn up, haha Uh, squad [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...

U Ain't Bout That Life lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : You ain't bout that life Everything that growl ain't dog O. You. T. Over reggie Never turn my back on y'all You ain't bout that life Just because his body full of ink, tattoos in his face I can still tell that You ain't bout that life You ain't never get it out the streets Dip and doge the police, real nigga 'til I rest in Peace You ain't bout that life Just because he rob, hit licks, got shot, and locked Up, I can still tell that You ain't bout that life He flexin', he flexin' He ain't never flip a brick, flip a pound He don't know how that choppa really kick He ain't never lose a dog, that pussy nigga innocent He ain't have to rap in 30 towns just to kill the weed Sent (sentence) Them tattoos and that jewelry don't make you hard And them coupe's you rap about ain't in your car garage You fake as hell, fake as shit, counterfeit! You a fart un...

Triple F Outro lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Intro:] [Verse:] My partner got murked, friends turning phony Next door neighbor trying to put the people on me Life’s a bitch, I see a brother death creeping on me (On Me) Pain I write it on me, watch these label’s trying to clone me [Bridge:] x 2 Pain I write it on me, Pa-Pa-Pain I write it on me Pain-Pain I write it on me, watch these label’s trying to clone me [Hook:] x2 I’ve been going through so much, I’ve been thinking about so much I don’t know who to trust or who to believe A couple of friends, a couple of fans, and my family I’m a ride until the end, ain’t no fear in me [Verse 2:] My partner got murked, friends turning phony Next door neighbor trying to put the people on me Life’s a bitch, I see a brother death creeping on me (On Me) Pain I write it on me, watch these label’s trying to clone me Count my days and blessings, for every mistake made was a life learned lesson Swear I ain’t flexin’, police pulled us over...

Stay Hood lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook] I’mma stay ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Yeah – ‘til the day that I die I’mma twist this weed, my nigga, let’s get high Yeah… I said I’mma stay motherfuckin’ ‘hood ‘til the day that I die Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that’s just how I ride I come from the hood where you don’t testify Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin’ eyes [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain’t gon’ feel ones, nigga Fuck you thinkin’? Have a fuck boy Pacquiao plankin’ ‘Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin’ 50K for a show, no poppin’ Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears Broke niggas can’t talk like this Rolex on my main bitch wrist Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots Looks like I just stomped a nigga out Get your man down, nigga, lights out Shoot at your ass with that mouthin’ about He ain’t talk no more, what’s happening? Outside your mama house, what’s crackin’? Poppin’ mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin Geeked up, p...

Spazz Out lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook] I can be real nice, or I can be real mean I can get down and dirty, or I could be real clean I can get real quiet, or I could be real loud Might just walk inside the club and just spazz out Bitches errywhere when I spazz out Bottles here and there when I spazz out Money everywhere when I spazz out Then I passed out [Verse 1: Waka] Seven chains on me (Flex! ) I could be Mr. T (Flex! ) My boys got no limit I could be Master P (Flocka! ) I'm so fuckin' G (Uh! ) Bitches after me (Flocka! ) Paparazzi flashin' cameras, they all over me (Flocka! ) I could be drinkin' brown (What else?) I could be drinkin' white (Oh, what?) Bottom triple cup, drinkin' mud plus ice Shawty, don't lose your life Choose your words right You could be in the ground with worms, niggas and ground mice [Hook] [Verse 2: Chill Will] These days I look at everything sideways Custom street? got them broads lookin' my way They know...

Southside lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook:] C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-A-T- till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die, till I die I ain't gon lie, ain't gon lie (Flocka) [X2] [Verse 1:] Stupid stupid swag you ca call me argentina Run up on flocka, homie got dat nina I will burn you boi, I'm not playin boi You kno bout me boi, built to destroy So icey army slash navy slash marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods, we got hella crips, we got hella kings, we got hella folks, niggas sell coke Sum sell pillz, sum sell weed We got what you need, and we work dem M's bitch Dem bitches drilled em, hoes killed em Ask about flocka all the gurls feel him And they dig him, yes they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at yo front, niggas at yo back door, They even at yo window, heard you got da kinfolk [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Dick me? Pipe me? Naw daz unlikely Cause jail (...

Slippin lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook:] Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! Caught a nigga slippin' outside of the parking lot Young nigga partner change rang in his pockets No mask so you know who got it But you scared to get it back 'cause you know they 'bout it Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! Don't let me catch you slippin'! ‘Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there Send the pie rules get your shit took out there Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta I know Clay County niggas got kush out there [Verse 1:] Heard he in the A-town callin' J prince junior You ain't from the streets you just rap a lot nigga Booked for a show in the middle of the hood You ain't good out there this is Chi Town nigga ...

Rumors lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : They wanna see me dead puttin prices on my head Spreadin rumors round town like I fell down They can't hold me down they can't stop my shine They can't block my grind shawty it's game time Poru 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:] 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 dnt 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...

Rooster In My Rari lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : Waka Flocka Flame: Pay for white girl, you better pay for this dick. See the type to fall for tuzans and the outfit. I'm with the zan crew, so it's 100's on the floor. My house is off in the more, hey, I be ballin ho. Chorus: Rooster in my rari (x3) Okay, huh, flex. Rooster in my rari (x3) These hoes, we done ran through em. Zans we done chewed em. Lames better Solute em. (x3) I don't like your kind, you a boojie hoe. All in my face like a ruby hoe.

Randy Savage lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook:] 2 Glocks, one blunt and a bad bitch I'm flexing on these niggas Randy Savage Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some... Bitches we just swapping now look like some actresses 2 Glocks, one blunt and a bad bitch I'm flexing on these niggas Randy Savage Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some... Bitches we just swapping now look like some actresses I say I'm tryina see what's happening, lil mama wassup 3 diamond chains on my neck with texas in my cup Jumping out the top, rolls hunned bitches that's wassup 4hunned for the girls, I got a check, bring it up Snap this chain, you ain't tough, hunned racks that's not enough Broken bag, broken swag, cute ass, that's up I got a... Gonn have to borrow it someday In my pocket them gonna pop it, it's your... Savage I'm a legend boy you know it, hunned dollar bills, I'm flex, I throw it Hell in the club, I'm gonna roll it, Aim these mollie...

Rainy Dayz lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] I look like him, I talk like him I dress like him, I smoke like him Drive cars like him, fuck ho's like him Fuck nigga's don't really like him Ball hard, rock ice like him Recruitin' goons, shoot good like him Boosy nigga, you ain't hood like him Bad bitches, I one night em' My Yacht Master is iced out Play with me, then it's lights out Bad bitch pull the pipe out Bend over with that pussy out My side bitch, she Persian Pussy tight, like a virgin Hair long eyes curvin' When we hit the mall, we splurgin' Pulled off I'm spuring 5 star like Birdman Since racks and Neiman Marcus, I'm ballin, Julius Erving Bad Cadillac's and Suburbans, black Cadillac's and Suburbans Through traffic they swervin' Black tints and lerkin' [Hook:?] No clouds, but I bring lightening I'm just like him, that's why the crowd like him Yeah that style, screamin by yoursel...

Power Of My Pen lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : Used After sentences fixed For the money and the power Some are sellin', so they turned on they friends All for the price of dope, but I bet that won't work For the money and the power We risk it all, lose at life Get locked up, won't learn shit Come back harder, do that twice For the money and the power The game of life, will I win? Roll the dice, If I lose Blow my ashes to the wind For the money and the power Power of my pen, tell my friends, fans And family that this year I'm goin' in If I die tomorrow, go and look over my family Friends' fans can't judge 'bout grands Lost 2 good frinds last year Stressed out, can't help myself So I resort to weed plants Waka just stay down, right until the end Ain't nothing I can do, fell who? Not death? But us came to fell, put a plan together, turn it up Then I changed my dream, created a team Locals tryna intervene, uncle Mike's attitude Sho...

Obituary lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Intro:] Dj Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf-ckin world man 42 cities, 11 countries N-gga I'm still tourin man Of 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit [Hook:] I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery [Hook:] Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other n-ggas, they don't want these problems I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn't have an option My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot yo shit up That's facts n-gga, stay strapped n-gga Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga That...

O LETS DO IT lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : 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 niggaaka 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...

No Hands lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin' Got me in a trance Dj turn me up Ladies this yo jam Imma sip mascato And you gon' lose 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 goooo All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Waka] All that ass in yo jeans Can Wale be Can Roscoe scheme Long hair she don't care When she walks she gets stared Brown skin or a yellow bone Dj this my favorite song So Imma make it thunderstorm Yeah I want it flocka yeah Blow it Fuck it I don't care Chests' 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 oh well Well I'm tryna to hit the hotel with two girls that's wide awake Take this dick and swallow it Ayyee mascato got her freaky Hey you got me in a trance, Please take of yo pants You pop...

My G lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : Every girl in the world love ya nigger Never fuck a smile just more my nigger I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G Hey, your mama front row like spike lee All black dress... should have fuck with me I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G My partner... stupid, he would think he got a blender Row by rappers I don't see no contenders I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G Me and... and big gucci All my nigger taz man that nigger need a douche I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G Bejamin flocka, shawty... the intro No pen or pencil, straight off the tempo I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G DJ love the narrow, DJ techniques Waka flocka flame I'm the king... what's happening I'm just thug in my G, I'm just thug in my G ... monopoly, shawty does my company ... monopoly, shawty does my company You disrespect my company, I wipe out your whole famil...

My Boo lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : Yes that is my down ass chick she ain't gotta work no mo x2 Chorus Flocka! She my shawty she gone hold my 40 She my icy girl livin in a wifey's world She can do what my home boys can't do That's my lady you can call ha my boo boo Well dese niggas is fakin I'm ready to take yo shoes, yo clothes and even yo Cake, Lay on the ground n don't make a sound fuk with g red you wanna be found you think It's a joke but it is not funny hallow tip bullets work straight to yo tummy I'm lettin ya know that this shit is real man fuck all that change I'm fuckin with bills You at the bottom I'm comming to hill I'm commin with gats n dat is fact blowin off heads And blowin out backs I be the ball n you be the jack play in the game N I am the champ you are the bass in I am the amp Light yo ass lik you was a lamp man fuck all that shit cause it is a wrap You bubble gum bitches is gud for the chewin 32 flavors t...

Murda lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : [Hook:] x 2 I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it 15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some 17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some I got young niggas getting off, 40 call spitting off B assem, it's the law, Niggas flex, getting chopped We german shepherds, got big dog, big weapons If you ain't ready for action, then pussy nigga keep stepping I'm a boss, you a bitch nigga Beefing not a smart move, cause I come to your house And kick the door in like the natz do You niggas shark food, pack it up and fall back Cause I come out of bush and fade your... Like the side... [Hook:] x 2 I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it 15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some 17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some He do is set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air Let them kno...

Magic City lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : I be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent But I'm off in magic city, throwing in Niggers say I flip too much, I might go broke ... I don't give a fuck Pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup Trade my bracelet in for a rolex I got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex Half a million dollar think you know him First ring's on chain, god damn What the fuck to do with all this money? Fuck them All click eyes thug tell your ceo buy a bigger chain, damn These niggers ain't balling but they throwing 5 stacks Acting like they threw 20, damn Your favorite rapper flexin', he ain't buying brace, damn Let's talk about your favorite rapper, his company don't exist So he gotta change his name, damn I be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent But I'm off in magic city, throwing in Niggers say I flip too much, I might go broke ... I don't give a fuck Pass my triple cup, pass my triple cu...

Luv Dat Gun Sound lyrics song presented by Waka Flocka Flame : 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, love 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, 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 we gon rob you and then we mite kill you Alwayz missin breakfast, eatin on sum cereal Flocka! Waka flocka! Hook Verse 2 We street thuggin what da fuck is corporate thuggin? Homey betta stop all dat mean muggin I say 2 words, shawty buss Love 2 trap, love 2 cuss I'll talk 2 a nigga b4 I puttem in da dirt Tellem what the fukk he did and why da fukk he gett...