| I just copped the Benz and the new Porsche
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| I just want the Rollie with the white face
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| I just put my lawyer on retainer, nigga
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| 'Cause I might just have to murk the plaintiff nigga
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| I’m getting money, think I’m Illuminati
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| All these bitches buying bodies
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| I’m going Kamikaze in the brand new Mazi (flex!)
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| Floor, I wanted diamonds, this shit look like hockey (f-f-flex!)
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| Tattoos all on my young’un face
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| He bought to leave the country, he like fuck a case
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| We bouta buy the bar, nigga fuck a case
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| Spraying champagne in her fucking face
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| She like,"Flock, you’ve got expensive taste" (Flocka)
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| It came from bringing bags down the Interstate (trap)
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| Niggas pocket watching, wondering what I make
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| I keep the pocket rocket, better guard your face
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| I just copped the Benz and the new Porsche (skrrt!)
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| I just want the Rollie with the white face (flex!)
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| I just put my lawyer on retainer nigga
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| Cause I might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga (squad!)
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| I’m going independent, fuck the majors, nigga
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| Street money, fuck the majors, nigga
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| Still trappin', what you need? |
| I get it catered, nigga
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| I got elbows by the bag, pick your flava, nigga
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| I been screaming «Fuck the rap shit» (fuck it)
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| Your favorite rapper got a fat bitch (hahaha)
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| I’m doing shows and selling bales at the same time (Flocka)
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| I’m taking business calls and trapping off the same line
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| Hot boy like I’m Benji (Benji)
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| Broad day you can meet me at the BP (BP)
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| Diamond wet like some Fiji
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| «Flock how you popping? |
| You ain’t dropping CDs»
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| I put Christians on wifey, she all walking bliss
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| I hear 'em yelling in the crowd «Flock a living legend» (Waka)
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| I get 30 racks while walking, I take that and stretch it (you know)
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| Nigga, I don’t get mad, bitch I’m in my bag
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| I just copped the Benz and the new Porsche (skrrt)
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| I just want the Rollie with the white face (flex!)
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| I just put my lawyer on retainer nigga
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| Cause i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
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| I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga (majors, nigga)
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| Street money, fuck the majors nigga (majors, nigga)
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| Still trappin', what you need? |
| I get it catered, nigga
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| I got elbows by the bag, pick your flava, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flava , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album Big Homie Flocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп