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waka flocka flame - blood brother lyrics

[produced by southside]

[intro: chipz ru]
i’ma ride, i k!ll n-gg-s
i don’t think he wanna feel the steel n-gg-
brother’s keeper, yes i am
blood brothers til the end

[hook: chipz ru]
i’m ridin’ for this n-gg-, this my blood brother
i don’t need no friends, i got my blood brother
i always got his back cause that’s my blood brother
and we gon’ split the sack cause that’s my blood brother
ridin’ with my blood brother
k!ll with my blood brother
never will i squeal cause that’s my blood brother
ridin’ with my blood brother
k!ll with my blood brother
never will i squeal cause that’s my blood brother
blood brother, blood brother
blood brother, blood brother

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
drop some money on your head you touch my motherf-ckin’ brother
off top your pussy -ss, pistol whoop your baby mother
[?] dread head danny glover
i’m the shooters type of shooter, sellin’ slabs of b-tter
one time for my trap n-gg-s, two time for my gunners
from clayton county riverdale [?]
three time for these f-ck n-gg-s, four time for these lames
five time for the hood, i swear to god we not the same
i’m flocka flame, they know my name
i’m off the chain, i bust your brain
i hit your block and go insane for my motherf-ckin’ blood brothers
i ride for my n-gg-s, i die for my n-gg-s
i sit back through time, twenty five for my n-gg-s
squad

[verse 2: wooh da kid]
hittin’ licks, split the sack with my brother
if i ain’t have enough then i’m bound to hit another
you n-gg-s is scary, that’s word to my mother
i swear that you pussy and she under cover
no matter the issue, for all my brothers i’m poppin’ pistol
i’m raising my whistle
i’m toting the tech, my aim is official
f-ck any n-gg- that’s with you
you n-gg-s got problems, [?] against you
[?]
[?] covered in ice like a igloo
these n-gg-s keep lyin’, they losing their mind
they droppin’ them dimes, [?]
thought y’all when y’all did the crime
but he just came home and you just got nine
that n-gg-‘s a leech, he a blood sucker
wooh da kid, waka flocka, that’s my blood brother
bsm [?] sittin’ on some mils
and i don’t talk it out cause i ain’t dr. phil

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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