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waka flocka flame - go crazy lyrics

[intro]
fatality
whoo kid
woo
what the f-ck?
bricksquad

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go motherf-ckin’ crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
go crazy, go crazy, go motherf-ckin’ crazy

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
i’m a hustler, you lazy (yeah)
if you getting money go crazy (yeah)
yeah, those streets really raised me (ayy)
shout out to them 80’s babies (ayy)
shout out to them 90’s babies (yeah)
at my concerts jumping up and down
going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
now yell out, “f-ck you, pay me!”
mosh pit, mosh pit everything in this b-tch (you know)
most pit, most pit everything in this b-tch
brick sqaud monopoly
when i drink fireball i go crazy
one shot, two shot, three shot, f-ck it
four shot, five shot, six shots, i love it
jump up and down white boys in here (ahh)
chug on a beer
don’t want to party f-ck out of here (ahh)
let’s make it clear
f-ck up your shoes, f-ck up your hair, weed in the air (squad)
f-ck up the club standing on the chair (squad)
spraying champagne cause i really don’t care (you know)
nominate me hype man of the year (waka)

[verse 2: machine gun kelly]
pack so loud that i can’t hear nothing (eastside motherf-cker)
come to my town, see if them boys bluffin’
call for the belly on the celly like b-r-r
pull up to the telly on pirellis like sk-r-r
‘locals only’ tatted on my belly
riding heavy in the chevy with some felons who can get it (hold up)
white boy, black boy all them tats boy
never rat, boy, that’s a fact, boy
i’m a bad boy not a frat boy
only f-ck if that p-ssy fat boy (woo)
love my b-tches all my b-tches
t-tties always out no bra my b-tches (nah)
thirty naked women getting busy in the kitchen (yeah)
whole crib smelling like popeye’s chicken (woo)
now what i say, f-ck them boys that ain’t down with my squad (b-tch)
middle finger up give a f-ck about y’all (f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
f-ck them boys that ain’t down with my squad
got a hundred motherf-ckers outside your yard

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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