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waka flocka flame - bang lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
lex, lex, we in this b-tch, throwing gang signs, man
brick, brick, brick, brick, brick squad, brick squad
ay man, step to the side right now, man
you ain’t banging, n-gga
what the f-ck you was doing, man?
where your rag at, n-gga?
throw your hood up, n-gga
throw your set up, n-gga

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
we in this b-tch throwing gang signs, man
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
we in this b-tch throwing gang signs, man
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
we in this b-tch throwing gang signs, man
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
we in this b-tch throwing gang signs, man

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
b-l-double o-d, right side flag, n-ggas know me
i’m green flag, b-tch, that’s grove street
squeeze on my trigger till my gun od
ride on my enemies, n-ggas just into me
n-ggas ain’t have or function like me
hundred grand chain, you ain’t icy like me
r.i.p. to my n-gga g-baby
got a gun seat behind me like my name jay-z
can’t no n-gga play me
up a n-gga like some rabies
got the whole hood like, “flock crazy”
i’ll paint your whole town red, make your little brother scream “su woo”
make your little sister scream, “su woo”, me and yg hootie-hoo, ooh
frenchie, juiceman, gucc, wooh, bet them boys gon’ shoot, fool
slim dunk, capp, and kebo gon’ shoot for free throws, free throws
free my n-gga t-bo, i’ll punch a n-gga like i’m deebo
waka flocka flame, p-ssy n-gga, what’s banging?
in the club, throwing up signs, right hanging

[verse 2: yg hootie]
ride on my enemies, throw them off in the sea
know a lot of n-ggas really dream about getting me
ride on n-ggas with the west side, though
i ain’t f-cking with you if you acting all finnicky
bompton to tennessee, keep me a mini chopper, flamed up
me and flocka, west side, my casa, i run
my house, my turf like the [?]
west side f-cking with the down south
red flags all at my shows
used to k!ll, now we all about dope
buy whips, put them all on fours
still k!ll, but it’s all about dope
get tricky, so play by the rules
look, homie, i’m from 142
flip that pack, still grind some more
i love my hood and i love more dope
i’ma feed my hood with a spoon and a fork
f-ck with me, you gon’ eat, let’s go
go against me, i’ma slit your throat
get a rap check, buy weed, buy c0ke
i make sh-t pop in the deuce and the four
i’m the king around here, that’s how sh-t go, n-gga

[verse 3: slim dunkin]
n-gga, hold up, don’t act like you know me
just cause you blood don’t make you my homie
f-ck what you claiming, your clique probably phony
real mob sh-t, n-gga, you can call me tony
n-gga, i’m a shooter, gon’ get your -ss shot
wak shoot for gucc, dunk shoot for flock
n-gga, i’ma bang roulette till [?]
wrong gang sign, n-gga, palm that back
whole clique goons, don’t know how to act
fetti got the ruger, ted got the mac
p-ssy n-gga swung when i turned my back
hold on, dj, bring that back
p-ssy n-gga swung when i turned my back
chest shot, tell that n-gga hold that
knocked out his front seat, his -ss come back
don’t check his -ss, baby, don’t come back
natural born shooter, i’m the club party p–per
yes, sir, i’m the dunkin, but nah, i ain’t a hooper
natural born shooter, i’m the club party p–per
yes, sir, i’m the dunkin, but nah, i ain’t a hooper

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