waka flocka flame - barry bonds lyrics
[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
shoutout to every n-gg- [?] now we’re f-cked up
always been a gunner, my n-gg-, never ducker
and she wanna ride with a n-gg- like me
and she wanna hang and smoke with me
man i love when the crowd recite every lyric
rappin from the heart, rappin from the spirit, know the
lord hear it
[?] gotta eat, i gotta get it
what they talkin bout we livin’
waddup mane, what it do bustas
know y’all don’t like us but your girls wanna f-ck us
my gangstas [?] so i’m pimpin
n-gg- what you drinkin, what you sippin
most my n-gg-s blood, so i’m crippin’
out in chi-town with some real gd’s and some bl’s
gangsta worldwide with this sh-t my n-gg- can’t you
tell
so say “crime don’t pay, ” it’s hard to tell
n-gg-s said it with my chain in the cell
thank god for the sh-lls [?]
[hook: asap]
i be on my maserati boss sh-t
top down in the winter
middle of the summer but it’s feeling like december
yeah, i wake up in the morning with a b-tch i don’t
remember, i’m a winner
so my whole team start
ballin like i’m barry hitting b-tches out the park,
home run
you better get your own son
i’m on now, and i’m on one
[verse 2: p smurf]
i thank god for another one, then roll another one
hit my connect up, tell him i need another one
king size bedroom sets with double ds in it
n-gg- the condo smellin like a weed clinic
room 1017 that’s at the top n-gg-
smokin grade a while i’m getting topped n-gg-
ps in the new roll, and i’m pac n-gg-
[?] n-gg-s out in the lobby, me and flock n-gg-
i love my squad
money over b-tches i love my mom
and a four door porsche with a hip-hop vixen
and the diamonds in my truck [?]
[hook]
[verse 3: asap]
i rubberband the work so you know a n-gg- stretch it
and if she stepped on we just call that b-tch neglected
whip it like a slave, all white, i’m a racist
running for the money like a horse when it races
cash on my mind, money on my mental
cocaine [?] i bring it back like a rental
look me in my eyes, can you tell me what i’ve been
through
i’ve been to h-ll and back, i’ve got some p-sses i can
lend you
chef up in the kitchen, but this ain’t benihana’s
but i’m working two pacs, i call ’em baby mommas
verses the new [?] she go in labor
i’m tryin to make a profit so i cut it like a razor
[hook]
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