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waka flocka flame – i’m from grove street lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
squad, squad
flocka rant, f-ck these b-tches good, n-gg-
let’s go

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
black brick squad gears, i feel like revered run
i’m from riverdail, tought to squeez, n-gg-, don’t run
where i’m from, we sell bricks, n-gg-
where i’m from, we sell dimes, n-gg-
my partner got the pounds, my partner got the bricks
my lil buddy got pills, these lil hoes on my d-ck
i’m the sh-t, n-gg-, i’m the sh-t, n-gg-
i don’t need no f-ckin stylest, fresh by myself
brick squad monopoly, we don’t need no f-ckin help
waka flocka flame, sell rhymes by the pound
i’m on too many pills, that’s why this young n-gg- got a froun
my young n-gg- on that brown, my young n-gg- on that white
505 levis, and some dope man tights
tryna get f-cked up all night, i wish my bed was in the club, so i could fall asleep in vip
tell my n-gg-s we rollin up the tree
streets, that’s my left wrist, also i done been broke
you smokin blunts, i don’t wanna hit that
bounce that -ss, girl, bend your back
we cheatin on a b-tch, if i throw another stack

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
i’m from grove street, where my n-gg-s ride a stolen v, ain’t low key
we got pills, hard salt, n-gg-, ozs
overhere, we all ogs
fighten case after case, f-ck the police
all for one, one for all, f-ck who want beef
nba statis now, b-tch, i’m ballen
b-tch, i’m ballen

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
i’m the sh-t, you can call me colen
that hoe chosen, since you p-ssed the trogen
i’m so focused, she got the nerve to act boujee, but she pulled up in a focus
it changed too little, i told him keep cookin
my b-tch badder than his, that’s why he lookin
it’s goin take some more money to live this lifestyle
i’m from grove street, got goonies on spead dial
b-tch, i’m ballen, b-tch, i’m ballen
number 35, be smokin all my weed, no fallen
no hoe sh-t, brick squad monopoly, f-ckin with bloods and crips
roochi ds, vice lords, n-gg-, i’m from grove

[verse 3: wooh da kid]
blunt after blunt, yop after yop
all st-tched up, so i never f-ck with cops
all my money changed, all my n-gg-s still the same
headline on the front page if you want some fame
shout out to dukin twin, and coach k
ain’t need the point, coachin with the k
it’s the kid king wooh, in your speakers loud
my lil boys gotta eat, so imma make ‘m proud
leave you mia, i got stupid heat
aks, they goin spray, bodys in the street
wooh da kid and waka flocka, that’s a bad move
two 7s or the glock, i’ll let your -ss choose

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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