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waka flocka flame - hype remix lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
i tell these n-ggas “take notes man”
n-ggas like “f-ck graduating, i’m selling c0ke.”
that’s some f-cked up logic man
and these hoes right here f-ckin’ for new bags
stealin’ swag

[verse: waka flocka flame]
you lame rappers
views from a real pyru
married to the game, i do
i’m ridin’ through in that chicken coup
them birds (?) when i’m slidin’ through
can’t finesse a brick like i do
you little n-ggas can’t walk a mile in my foot steps
p-ssy we don’t wear the same size shoe
punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
surgeries in that inst-tute
record his -ss while i whoop his -ss
and put it on my album as the interlude
my circle tighter than an intertube
always talkin’ bout what you finna do
i think ya lame, (?) pinnacle
rappers on too many chemicals
where the f-ck y’alls principles
this brick squad i’m the general
middle finger grab my genitals
why the f-ck my niece in the news?
always talkin’ who waka doin’
always talkin’ what waka doin’
countin’ money i’m thumbin’ through it
you got a problem b-tch i’m comin’ to it
pullin’ up with a couple shooters
i could give a f-ck about this f-ckin’ music
i’ll f-ck ya up and there’s nothing to a whole squad ridin’ like a f-cking buick
i know i’m winning but i’ll f-cking lose it
and beat the case cause my lawyer jewish
grimey n-gga came from the sewage
put them hands on ya like lennox lewis
really with this sh-t
if you diss me b-tch
then it’s a wrap
like christmas gifts
it’s arithmetic, i’ma hit the l1ck
we gon’ sn-tch the bag and split the chips
out in colorado, go f-ck with spense
vvss on me never tuck it in
the hate is out but the love is in
makin’ major flips like a (?) (flex!)
f-ckin’ up the dope because i can’t cook
so i made a million off facebook
so underrated feel like westbrook
runnin’ plays it’s textbook
couple rappers solid the rest shook
they say i can’t rap so i came back
with them punchlines give ‘em left hooks
b-b-back from the dead i’m john snow (?)
(?) i’m here john doe
i feel like young scooter no convo
no snakes keep the lawn mowed
why the f-ck n-ggas thing they pablo
because they watch an episode of nacros
this is real life tryna f-ck (?)
and you lyrical n-ggas, catch a case now you spiritual n-gga
defense put some fear in ya n-gga
what they put some years on ya n-gga
do i see a tear droppin n-gga
(?) n-gga
i’d take the chair my n-gga
loyalty real my n-gga
yeah (waka!)
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas man
just turn 30 man, how old do you think your favorite rapper is man?
i’ve been listening to these n-ggas since they been in middle school
move over granddaddy
squad, flockaveli 2
gang gang, crew!

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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