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waka flocka flame - bickin back bein bool lyrics

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
shoot at a n-gga three feet or nine feet
dump at yo mama house, now p-ssy n-gga come and find me
shoot at a n-gga three feet or nine feet
dump at yo mama house, now p-ssy n-gga come and find me
ice and kush got these bad b-tches around me
still that same n-gga shawty from grade school
i’m bickin’ back, bein’ bool
bickin’ back bein bool
that mean i’m mellow right now, man
i’m on one man, i’m smokin’ one
i’m hijacking planes man
only smoke dutches

[hook]
i’m just bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
i’m still the same n-gga from grade school
i’m bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
i’m still the same n-gga from grade school
i’m bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
i’m still the same n-gga from grade school
i’m bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
bickin’ back bein bool
i’m still the same n-gga from grade school

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
shoot at a n-gga three feet or nine feet
dump at yo mama house, now p-ssy n-gga come and find me
ice and kush got these bad b-tches around me
still that same n-gga shawty from grade school
whitey that ho shoot
look at my shoe don b-tches shinin’
i be grindin’
roll up pills like time rewindin’
i’m bickin’ back, shawty bein’ bool
riding in an old school soft top
on sixes, get my d-ck sucked
sipping shawty on a triple cup
you ain’t like waka flocka give three f-cks
hold up
baby girl do you know how to roll up
lets hit the night club and get f-cked up
(flex)
and have the time of your life
(flex)
pop and bus mothaf-cking price
(flex)
i’m seeing double in the club
everybody’s b-tch start to look alike

[verse 3: slim dunkin]
i drop sane sh-t
buzzed and got paid
i f-ck with the crip but all my cousins got k’s
like this sh-t sound great n-gga
still won’t tuck my chain n-gga
dunk just shoot for aim n-gga
hit you and who came wit’cha (dunk)
what the f-ck you expectin’ n-gga
red flag who you checkin’ n-gga
pop quiz no question n-gga
get your lesson n-gga
stop guessin’ n-gga
i’m just bickin’ back
i’mma bang mine
same country–ss n-gga throwing gang signs

[verse 4: wooh da kid]
i’m just bickin back being bool
stay strapped keep a tool
get back who are you?
two words, i’m king wooh
r.i.p. nate dogg, the streets lost a gangster
bsm gon hold it down everything is danger
everything is caution
everything is chill
wooh da kid be bool and don’t f-ck up your deal
nerves bad gotta smoke
like a fiend when it come to dope
puff puff never p-ss. lungs filled with h-lla smoke
just because i’m bickin’ back please don’t take me for a fool
wooh da kid, yes i’m still that same young n-gga from grade school
slim dunk up next no cups just s-x
waka flocka still flaming what the f-ck did you expect?

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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