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waka flocka flame - clayco lyrics

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
n-gg-s k!llin where i’m from, straight head bussin, n-gg-
tell your -ss i done be done, that’s a done deal, n-gg-
clame county riverdail, we all
beat a n-gg- -ss till they turn the lights off

[verse 1: kebo gotti]
i’m kebo gotti, you know the name
you see the flare, you know the game
so what? you bang? i be on the same thing
i got my money right now, you n-gg-s can’t maintain
runnin through a lame, stop all that puttin on
i know you broke, you swairin that your money long
you the type to get mad when your girl speak to us
catch her in the club, she wanna leave with us
try me in the club, i bust you till your speaker bust
and your nose runnin, and your head leakin stuff
i got lil goons, that got lil goons
leave you all tied, in your living room
mgm, that’s my cartell
i got big deals, drugs, lean and pills

[verse 2: cartell mgm]
where i’m from, you come up sellin coakcaine
sellin pills, sellin sweets, sellin everything
south atlanta raised, that’s all i f-ckin know
rollin up a cali blunt, flyin on the kick door
uzis, fool, i got like 40 of those
that’s a good lick, if you ask me though
goin all black, deep in the tyhoe
we hit the front door, psycho hit the back door
slappin with the tool, dream like a f-ckin hoe
they don’t cooperate, make ‘m kiss my 44
straight profit, gotta keep the cash flow
in my side of town, we keep it cutthroat

[verse 3: lil capp]
my bros in this motherf-cker, we on
trappin in this motherf-cker, everybody knowin
everyone think we hustlers, cause we try to sell it
hope you bout that action, hope you got your boots on
one phone call, you get your troops gone
n-gg-s k!llin where i’m from, hope you bout your strap
cause everybody from the grove don’t know how to act
my cousin down the road, he say he need a pack
so we kickin in them doors, where them n-gg-s at?
put your set up, n-gg-, get your head wacked
you’s a target p-ssy n-gg-, you’s an easy jack
south side on deck, n-gg-, we on
beast moad bullsh-t, that what we on

[outro: gucci mane]
swag, call my swag stupid
i pull up in a mozerati, with aros like i’m cupid
alli n-gg-s hustle, all i do is hustle
trap boomin hard, how the f-ck you think we trust you?

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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