Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fist Pump, artist - Waka Flocka Flame.
Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fist Pump |
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 cause 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’m a call that shit a miracle |
Cause damn, I’m gold |
Twist up, mixed up, twist up And her booty too big for the seats in my coup |
I’m a 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 |