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waka flocka flame - lock rags lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
rockstar sh-t, man, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a guitar
rockstar
la4, flocka
hoodrich
huggin’ the block, over the stove
lean with the pot, know how it go
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the crips
make ’em lock rags, purp out the zone
we got the weed, we got the pills
we got some c-ke, b-tch, come play with your nose
john madden, throwin’ them loads
we get ’em in, get ’em…
rockstar sh-t, man, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a guitar
rockstar
la4, flocka, yeah, yeah

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
huggin’ the block, over the stove
lean with the pot, know how it go
i’m with the bloods, i’m with the crips
make ’em lock rags, purp out the zone
we got the weed, we got the pills
we got some c-ke, b-tch, come play with your nose
john madden, throwin’ them loads
we get ’em in, get ’em gone

[verse 1: la4ss]
we get ’em in, we get ’em off
blow ’em out good, we put d-ck in their mouth
put a brick in your hand and run in your house
i put that dope inside my granny couch
i had a half and turned it to an ounce
shoot up the party, hit all of the bouncers (hoodrich)
f-ck the law, they want me up in the cell
i got them birds in the a like a falcon
pop a lot of x, no malcolm
if you got the sack, i talk it
shoot a n-gg- down, won’t wrestle
hachoo, i bless ’em
ad get the sneak and stakeout the rest of ’em
hoes be the prettiest but my three be the teacher
n-gg- better listen up ’cause them young n-gg-s teachin’
trappin’ real hard, we been goin’ all season
buyin’ all the cards from the boosters and the skeezers

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
you’ll never catch me on the phone
pay a little extra, i’ll send ’em to your home
you a lame -ss n-gg-, you won’t get that dough
if you ride in my car, b-tch, you know how it go
la4ss fresh out the feds
he ain’t say sh-t, that’s a real -ss n-gg-
that’s why i’m in the booth tryna build with you, n-gg-
keep it real with you, n-gg-, slide a mil’ to you, n-gg-
over the pot but not cookin’ a meal
ho tryna move to the hill
pop me a bottle, i threw back a pill
smoke me a blunt then i pop me a seal
we got them drugs on the side, navy seals
that’s how it go, n-gg-, f-ck how you feel
heard you got blocks like shaquille
up with the glock in your mouth, make you heal, p-ssy

[outro: la4ss]
we get ’em in, we get ’em off
blow ’em out good, we put d-ck in their mouth
put a brick in your hand and run in your house
i put that dope inside my granny couch
i had a half and turned it to an ounce
shoot up the party, hit all of the bouncers
f-ck the law, they want me up in the cell
i got them birds in the a like a falcon

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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