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waka flocka flame - flava lyrics

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[intro]
i just copped the benz and the new porsche
i just want the rollie with the white face
i just put my lawyer on retainer, n-gga
’cause i might just have to murk the plaintiff n-gga

[verse 1]
i’m getting money, think i’m illuminati
all these b-tches buying bodies
i’m going kamikaze in the brand new mazi (flex!)
floor, i wanted diamonds, this sh-t look like hockey (f-f-flex!)
tattoos all on my young’un face
he bought to leave the country, he like f-ck a case
we bouta buy the bar, n-gga f-ck a case
spraying champagne in her f-cking face
she like,”flock, you’ve got expensive taste” (flocka)
it came from bringing bags down the interstate (trap)
n-ggas pocket watching, wondering what i make
i keep the pocket rocket, better guard your face

[chorus]
i just copped the benz and the new porsche (skrrt!)
i just want the rollie with the white face (flex!)
i just put my lawyer on retainer n-gga
cause i might just have to murk a plaintiff n-gga (squad!)
i’m going independent, f-ck the majors, n-gga
street money, f-ck the majors, n-gga
still trappin’, what you need? i get it catered, n-gga
i got elbows by the bag, pick your flava, n-gga

[verse 2]
i been screaming “f-ck the rap sh-t” (f-ck it)
your favorite rapper got a fat b-tch (hahaha)
i’m doing shows and selling bales at the same time (flocka)
i’m taking business calls and trapping off the same line
hot boy like i’m benji (benji)
broad day you can meet me at the bp (bp)
diamond wet like some fiji
“flock how you popping? you ain’t dropping cds”
i put christians on wifey, she all walking bliss
i hear ’em yelling in the crowd “flock a living legend” (waka)
i get 30 racks while walking, i take that and stretch it (you know)
n-gga, i don’t get mad, b-tch i’m in my bag

[chorus]
i just copped the benz and the new porsche (skrrt)
i just want the rollie with the white face (flex!)
i just put my lawyer on retainer n-gga
cause i might just have to murk a plaintiff n-gga
i’m going independent, f-ck the majors n-gga (majors, n-gga)
street money, f-ck the majors n-gga (majors, n-gga)
still trappin’, what you need? i get it catered, n-gga
i got elbows by the bag, pick your flava, n-gga



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