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waka flocka flame - frank muller lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
bad b+tches plus a hundred bottles smash in the gas break the throttle yea
stay wit the shooters and the shottas yea
money bring the b+tches and the problems yea
swerve through the a n+gga dollo
even tho the maybach is a 4 door
you was raised by a rat donatello
still moving midgets on the l o
spent a whole hundred k with my jeweler watch so sick man it came with a shooter
these n+ggas p+ssy man they cats like pumas
yea i’m in the streets give a d+mn about a rumor
knots so big that it look like tumors
fm my watch an i fn my shooters i run with nightmares i’m elming like kruger i’m straight off the porch and you n+ggas late bloomers

[chorus]
i bought all my b+tches bottles it came wit a hookah
i just bought myself a rollie it came with a shooter
double park the double r hop out look like a jeweler
i bought all my f+cking shooters iced out franky mullers
i bought all my b+tches bottles it came wit a hookah
i just bought myself a rollie it came with a shooter
double park the double r hop out look like a jeweler
i bought all my f+cking shooters iced out franky mullers

[verse 2]
still goin hard in the hundred plays slave master whip turn your b+tch to a run away
maybach lit pull up on you with the gunplay
praying on my downfall yea right one day
kilt ya b+tch friend flew em in on a one way
if she with the sh+t imma buy that hoe a hyundai
k!lling these n+ggas oh lord like sunday
still at the top like a n+gga name monday all black rari n+gga same color wooda
bust down franky and it came with a cooler
fyj n+gga f+ck your jeweler 3 point shooter like a n+gga was a hooper
she can work her head man she should have been a tutor
clip on the stick and it look like a ruler
go hard for the bread i die bout that mula
f+ck what he said boy you know i been a shooter
love all my n+ggas i told them let’s get it
i will not fall off till everybody has a ticket
you n+ggas ain’t sh+t and you b+tches is nothing
not talking no money than f+ck your discussion make something from nothing i’m still in the trenches my n+gga i’m blanking

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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