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waka flocka flame - ain't right lyrics

[chorus: chaz gotti]
i’m sick of these n-ggas just talkin about that life
yo broke -ss n-gga just barkin ain’t got no bite
i’m a trill -ss n-gga, you lame -ss n-ggas ain’t right
b-tch i’m certified, you lame -ss n-ggas ain’t right
you ain’t right, you ain’t right
i’m a real -ss n-gga, you b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t right
you ain’t right, you ain’t right
i’m certified, you b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t right

[verse 1: chaz gotti]
they talkin, feel like i owe um something
guess what i don’t, oh, i don’t owe a n-gga nothing
get the f-ck up out my face
f-ck n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
ya’ll n-ggas out here starving
they really ain’t getting no money
no b-tches with em, they lonely
screaming real n-gga, they phony
i’m boolin’ like rich homie
my lifestyle like tony
i’m the king, ain’t no dethroning
to the top, that’s where i’m going
dg to the death of me
dunk that my big homey (dirt gang!)

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
ain’t no broke n-gga round my circle
be bool, n-gga talk might murk you
rolling off a molly, blowing purple
i’m a get money n-gga, yelling out f-ck you
broke n-gga go and get a check
yellow diamonds on my neck
bad b-tches love when a n-gga flex
throwin bands on my ex
these n-ggas ain’t right, these n-ggas ain’t right
style on muddy, yeah i’m drinking on sprite
g-check n-gga, shout “what it be like?”
yo big homey fool, yo hood ain’t right
you a dog, n-ggas like you i show no love to
young cause i love to
open up his head for a f-cking ounce or two, i’m piru

[chorus: chaz gotti]
i’m sick of these n-ggas just talkin about that life (squad)
yo broke -ss n-gga just barkin ain’t got no bite
i’m a trill -ss n-gga, you lame -ss n-ggas ain’t right
b-tch i’m certified, you lame -ss n-ggas ain’t right
you ain’t right, you ain’t right
i’m a real -ss n-gga, you b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t right
you ain’t right, you ain’t right
i’m certified, you b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t right

[verse 3: derez de’shon]
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t right, ya’ll n-ggas too wrong
ya’ll n-ggas fell off, n-gga i’m too on
and my gas, too strong, and my pistol, tool on
and when i bust that b-tch, swear i won’t stop til ya’ll n-ggas gone
rex rd. in this b-tch
turn up, turn up
let go of this b-tch
turn up, turn up
wrecking crew in this b-tch
turn up, turn up
and if a n-gga disrespect, let loose in this b-tch
turn up turn up
i’m d-dash

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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