Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barry Bonds, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Barry Bonds |
| Shoutout to every nigga fronted me a pack when I was fucked up |
| Always been a gunner, my nigga, never ducker |
| Bet she wanna ride with a nigga like me |
| And she wanna hang and smoke with me |
| Man I love when the crowd recite every lyric |
| Rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the Lord hear it |
| Grandma gotta eat, I gotta get it |
| What they talkin bout we livin' |
| Waddup lame, what it do bustas |
| Know y’all don’t like us but your girls wanna fuck us |
| My gangstas on E, so I’m pimpin |
| Nigga what you drinkin, what you sippin |
| Most my niggas blood, some crippin' |
| Out in Chi-Town with some real GD’s and some VL’s |
| Gangsta worldwide with this shit my nigga can’t you tell |
| Some say «Crime don’t pay,» it’s hard to tell |
| Niggas said they want my chain, eat the shells |
| Thank God for the Shells and Citgo, Chevron and the Ammaco |
| I be on my Maserati boss shit |
| Top down in the winter |
| Middle of the summer but it’s feeling like December |
| Yeah, I wake up in the morning with a bitch I don’t remember, I’m a winner |
| So my whole team start |
| Ballin like I’m Barry hitting bitches out the park, home run |
| You better get your own son |
| I’m on now, and I’m on one |
| I thank God for another one, then roll another one |
| Hit my connect up, tell him I need another one |
| King size bed them sets of double Ds in it |
| Nigga the condo smellin like a weed clinic |
| Room 1017 that’s at the top nigga |
| Smokin Grade A while I’m getting topped nigga |
| BSM the new Row, and I’m Pac nigga |
| Stomping niggas out in the lobby, me and Flock nigga |
| I love my squad |
| Money over bitches I love my mob |
| In a four door Porsche with a hip-hop vixen |
| And the diamonds in my charm clearer then KY Mixing |
| I rubberband the work so you know a nigga stretch it |
| And if she stepped on we just call that bitch neglected |
| Whip it like a slave, all white, I’m a racist |
| Running for the money like a horse when it races |
| Cash on my mind, money on my mental |
| Cocaine? |
| I bring it back like a rental |
| Look me in my eyes, can you tell me what I’ve been through |
| I’ve been to hell and back, I’ve got some passes I can lend you |
| Chef up in the kitchen, but this ain’t Benihana’s |
| But I’m working two Pacs, I call 'em baby mommas |
| Verses the new? |
| she go in labor |
| I’m tryin to make a profit so I cut it like a razor |