(Hook: Waka Flocka)
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I can hear automatics going off
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I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
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If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
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I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
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In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
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I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
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I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
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I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
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(Bridge: Waka Flocka)
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Boy I love my hood, so it's tatted on my body
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These nigga's mad when I pull up in that Rari
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I don't like to brag, but they know I got an army
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Fuck with me, I send them shooters, put that on Charlie
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Automatic going off
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(Hook: Waka Flocka)
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I can hear automatics going off
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I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
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If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
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I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
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In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
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I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
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I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
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I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
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(Verse 1)
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Back in my county, we movin' like the Gotti's
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Flexin' with that ice on, boy you a robbery
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I can't talk to you, if it ain't money
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Ballin' like I'm Hartfield, J's hit the rock
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Get the dancin' to the Dougie, say yo ass a dummie
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Got that trap jumpin' the some double dutch
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Pussy, get your money up
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Fuck with me you double up, triple up
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If you ain't getting money, then you fuckin' up
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Playin' with my money, then I'm sending red crew after you
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I can see your momma cryin' front row at your funeral
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Talkin' bout, harming me, you better watch it fuck boy
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I'm from the southside, where they bang red and blue
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(Hook: Waka Flocka)
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I can hear automatics going off
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I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
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If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
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I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
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In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
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I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
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I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
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I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
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(Verse 2)
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If a nigga try me, Rock-a-bye baby
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Born in the eighties, the crack era raised me
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Imma give em' hell, til these pussy nigga's cage me
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Shout out to this microphone and scale, that's what pays me
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I'm sucker free, bet a nigga won't look wrong or even fuck with me
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BSM, yeah we more than just a company
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More, we the Mafia
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Pussy boy we droppin' ya
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Hollow tip shells got you singing like the opera
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Fire your ass up, like them candles during Hanukkah
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Drop it then they findin' ya
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Wipe your family out like you're the punisher
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Push a nigga wig way back, touch his Yarmulke
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(Hook: Waka Flocka)
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I can hear automatics going off
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I could hear momma's cryin' at the coffin
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If a nigga try me, I'mma off him
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I think my phone tapped, so talk with some caution
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In the morning, I can get you brown D, I can get you good weed
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I can get you tan, I'm talkin' about Alicia Keys
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I can get ya mid-grade, talking about a G a P
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I can get ya crystal rocks, I'm talkin' about that molly
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Going Off
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
