waka flocka flame - big homie flock lyrics
this trap hard, it’s on fire
beat around n-gg- like a busy bee player
i won my hood, no marathon
took out for a minute, now i’m back on
them base bigger, my dreads longer
my n-gg-s realer, my weed stronger
smoking that pack, that body builder
money talks, i don’t f-ck with you
you can’t dress, you ain’t got swag
you a walking label, you a signed artist
got my own label, f-ck these n-gg-s
with their middle finger, i’mma die reaching
i’m a gang banger so it’s f-ck what critics say
i’m talking money, i keep wanting k
don’t make me transform to my old ways
keep black diamonds on me like oj
i’m turnt up of no drugs
you turned down, you get no love
love is in the g so i’m in the crowd
acting wild, they all know i go hard
b-tch, i’m death the child
one phone call to them killers, at you
that is speed dial
i was visiting at the same time joey beat his murder trial
rip to call, that’s a fallen soldier
still collecting opinions, i’m a humble n-gg-
never joined forces, make my own way
i keep k, no birthday, f-ck her all day
compet-tion, i eliminate
follow street laws, don’t litigate
i delegate, you follow
i own my own sh-t, you borrow
last n-gg- try to rob me got shot
never seen before a half a mil’, that’s real sh-t
big homie flock squad
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