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waka flocka flame - big homie flocka (2013 version) lyrics

the trap hot, it’s on fire
either way a n-gga like a busy b play
i run my hood, no marathon
took off for a minute now i’m back on
them b-ss bigger, my trez longer
my n-ggas’ rhythm, my weed stronger
f-ck a backpack, that bodybuilder
money talks, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
ha ha ha ha
you been undressed, you ain’t got swag
you a walkin rapper, you a signed artist
got my own label, f-ck these n-ggas
play the middle finger on my diary
she in the gang banger so it’s f-ck a peezy
wiped cream say i ain’t talkin money
i keep 1 k, yo n-gga transport to my old ways
keep black doors on me like oj
i’m turnt up off no drugs
you turnt that, you get no luck
blow the energy so i’m in the cloud
actin wild, they know i go hard
b-tch i’m good with ya’ll
one phone call, send them k!llers at you
that’s speed dial, house visit 10 years
at the same time joey beat his murder trial
all the count, that’s upon the soldiers
still collecting opinions, i’m a humble n-gga
never join forces, make my own way
i keep date, no birthday
f-ck a off day compet-tion
i eliminate from the street laws
don’t litigate, i delegate, you follow
i’m own my own sh-t you, you borrow
last n-gga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
that’s real sh-t, big homie flock
squad!

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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