| Waka flocka
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| i love money an she love me back,
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| money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat,
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| , gatta big ass staack, watch the striper bring me
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| sacks,(i gatta whole lotta this whole lotta that) gat
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| me feelin like im cap, wy these lame niggas rap,
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| i get money good gat them girls fuckin wit me,
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| pink panther chain screamin out where is nikki,
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| so please grab my cd catch me on tv
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| (course)x2
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| clap clap clap fa my money
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| clap clap clap it you count money
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| clap clap clap throw some money
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| slap her in the booty, wit some money
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| Waka flocka
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| pink panther chain you can call me walk an lean,
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| watch codeine, braclet promethazine,
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| rollin up them beans, shawty cold shawty clean,
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| blame this on my rappin dream,
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| i call em record deals, shiny ass rolemodel,
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| 20k fa remy bottles, thats that white clear shit,
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| i don fear shit,(MONOPOLY),
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| on my ceo shit,(MONOPOLY),
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| im a artist where a artist, wit a single hard as mine, thats real shit
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| (course)x2
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| clap clap clap fa my money
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| clap clap clap it you count money
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| clap clap clap throw some money
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| slap her in the booty, wit some money
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| waka flocka
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| you ride big rims i ride factorys,
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| at my concerts girls be chasin after me,
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| i swear they be attactin me, ho’s ta ponography,
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| i gat to be so bricksquad monopoly,
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| invest stacks in my company, aint no point it cant meet,
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| i can fit a hundred thousend dollas in these dickes,
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| the number 1 one song in the world fuckin wit me,
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| ima smoke 3 thousend bells of loud this year,
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| WAKA FLOCKA FLAME!!!
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| (course)x2
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| clap clap clap fa my money
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| clap clap clap it you count money
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| clap clap clap throw some money
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| slap her in the booty, wit some money
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| (Skep_Boy_Mike)
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| its skep boy from the crib to da grave,
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| i be damned if i be another nigga slave,
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| clap clap clap 5x im goin stupid hard,
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| nigga wy lie, ima crazy nigga master ofdisguise,
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| look me in my eyes, nigga dont lie,
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| ion lik dat shit yu a get pistol whiped,
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| wit he fuckin grip, bust 5 five shots redd beam dotts,
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| lik chicken pocks, nigga im fresh,
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| dont get put to death,
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| im not dyin nigga gatta triple breast,
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| i a run threw any body wit the fuckin tech,
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| don try me it will not last, bullet on ya ass,
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| my skep boy niggaz yeah we bout to eat,
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| they gone see packs ery where hot guns at they feet,
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| call befo you hit tha door, i jus fucked his ho,
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| i put it in her throwt, but she didn chooch,
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| bitch!!! |
| B’s^ P’s^ suuuwooo |