| The trap hot, it’s on fire
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| Either way a nigga like a busy b play
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| I run my hood, no marathon
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| Took off for a minute now I’m back on
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| Them bass bigger, my trez longer
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| My niggas' rhythm, my weed stronger
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| Fuck a backpack, that bodybuilder
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| Money talks, I don’t fuck with niggas
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| You been undressed, you ain’t got swag
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| You a walkin rapper, you a signed artist
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| Got my own label, fuck these niggas
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| Play the middle finger on my diary
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| She in the gang banger so it’s fuck a peezy
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| Wiped cream say I ain’t talkin money
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| I keep 1 K, yo nigga transport to my old ways
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| Keep black doors on me like OJ
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| I’m turnt up off no drugs
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| You turnt that, you get no luck
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| Blow the energy so I’m in the cloud
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| Actin wild, they know I go hard,
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| Bitch I’m good with ya’ll
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| One phone call, send them killers at you
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| That’s speed dial, house visit 10 years
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| At the same time Joey beat his murder trial
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| All the count, that’s upon the soldiers
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| Still collecting opinions, I’m a humble nigga
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| Never join forces, make my own way
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| I keep date, no birthday
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| Fuck a off day competition
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| I eliminate from the street laws
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| Don’t litigate, I delegate, you follow
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| I’m own my own shit you, you borrow
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| Last nigga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
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| That’s real shit, Big Homie Flock
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| Squad! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Homie Flocka, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Album song From Roaches to Rollies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп