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waka flocka flame - 24 hour lyrics

[intro]
i be like, i be like
we be flexing with the check, grindin’

[hook: waka flocka flame]
24 hours, still blowing strong
i want the money and the power b-tch i been in my zone
b-tch i been in my zone, hater leave me ‘lone
i get money by myself you know kush is my cologne (x2)

[verse 1]
i play sosa you montana, you n-ggas not my type
i’m a get money n-gga shawty all my b-tches dyk-
i know your background boy you ain’t really right
flexing like you chirping you ain’t never sell that white
mc gusto -ss rapper shawty you ain’t ’bout that life
24 hours, that’s all a n-gga need to get the money and the power
b-tches on my d-ck, i’m from clayton county, georgia
grew up selling ??
everybody head-busting, plotting on a l!ck
for let you out of cast serve your -ss a dummy brick
these hoes ain’t nothing and these the b-tches ain’t sh-t
they f-cking for some red bottoms and an outfit

[hook]

[verse 2]
i be d-gg-n’ these hoes i’ll p-ss ‘em to my bruh
chaz off the chain he don’t f-ck with no lame
stay to myself cause these n-ggas always change
kicked them out the clique now we screaming out they changed
24 year old n-gga i can never scream your name
shout out to some real n-ggas from the d-mn belaine
them boys say they’re robbing we on the same thang
my young boys crazy they’ll bust your brain
waka flocka flame you can call me ric flair
i’m rocking five chains and i’m lit up like a flair
my dogs selling dope where he sleep he don’t care
i want the money and the power the rest don’t care

[hook]

[verse 3: s.o.n.y.]
wait, hold up. can i come down? i’m too high
shop out of your price range, f-ck n-gga i’m too fly
ay’body like who that? is some n-gga that new got
take your b-tch and i break your b-tch
yea i make your b-tch say “oh my god.”
you soft n-gga, i peep that
you p-ssy n-gga, i eat that
my roof gone, my seat back
that change n-gga just keep that
i’m just getting this cake bro
these other n-gga be fake though
brought your n-gga from n.y. but i’m riding around through clay-co
you don’t know me so fall back
you try to fly get shot n-gga
f-ck telling me keep it cool
i told your -ss i’m hot n-gga
all these n-gga be rap beefing
f-ck n-ggas ain’t g though
pull up on you let it go
i hit the gas and i speed up

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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