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waka flocka flame - fight lyrics

[intro: kebo gotti]
one-on-one, two-on-two, what you wanna do?
get your partner, tell your clique, run and call your crew
say you wanna walk, what’s your hand game like?
ain’t no tools in this club, b-tch, we finna fight

[chorus: kebo gotti and waka flocka flame]
fight, fight, b-tch, we finna fight
fight, fight, b-tch, we finna fight
fight, fight, b-tch, we finna fight (hit squad)
what’s your hand game like? (brick squad)
what’s your hand game like?
east side (my boys down to fight)
west side (them boys down to fight)
north side (them boys down to fight)
south side (boy, we down to fight)

[verse 1: slam dunkin]
oh sh-t, y’all done f-cked up
got the wrong crew mad, tell them good luck
what you gonna do when they come for you?
hit squad, brick squad, dirt gang, too
fighting and we throwing bottles
run up and we throwing hollows
anybody get it, from the gangstas to the supermodels
you big dummy, bet you’re sweet like honey
b-tch, i’m down to fight, flocka got my bond money
put the glock in his mouth like some listerine
or the ruger in his eye like some vasine
everything was all good just a week ago
now he in box, pizza, pizza, hoe

[verse 2: kebo gotti]
it’s kebo gotti in this motherf-cker
i ain’t scared of n0body in this motherf-cker
i wish a n-gga would try me in this motherf-cker
i got a k!ller punch, you would get bodied in this motherf-cker
i’m a beast, standing 200 solid
i hollered, “squad up”, there go a riot
all outside his noggin, then upside her derriere
squad n-ggas throwing bottles, squad n-ggas throwing chairs
we don’t care, we out of control
i’m ’bout to lose my mind, my mind is so gone
yes, so gone ’cause everything green
if i holler, “squad up”, b-tch, you know what that mean: fight

[verse 3: lil capp]
n-gga in the club popping at the mouth
talking loud, making a scene, ay, we gon’ stomp him out
you must be drunk, n-gga, gone off that vodka
capp, gotti, waka, somebody call a doctor
ain’t no bucking over here, you’re getting your -ss whooped
get your chain sn-tched, get your cash took
get your girl f-cked, we’ll f-ck your girl up
one hitter quitter, n-gga, it’s too late to curl up
you ain’t touching me, don’t think about rushing me
a hundred green flags, i got goons that’ll bust for free
but we in the club and it’s time to fight
it’s going down, swing on a n-gga you don’t like

[outro: tay beatz]
all p-ssy -ss n-ggas left in the motherf-cking edge right now, my n-gga
hit squad, brick squad, dirt gang in this b-tch?
oh man, we gotta get the f-ck out of here, my n-gga
and tay beatz in this b-tch, n-gga?
ay, chaz, don’t knock a n-gga out to this one
p-ssy -ss n-ggas gon’ f-ck around and shoot up this b-tch

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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