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waka flocka flame - out the bag lyrics

[hook]
i’m smoking out the bag now, all my b-tches bad now
all these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
to get some b-tches running round
i’m smoking out the bag now, all my b-tches bad now
got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
to get some b-tches running round

[verse]
my youngings f-cking run the town, you flex they gonna gun you down
hit your block with a hundred rounds
make you hardest n-gg- in your hood lay it down
i’m flexing with a sack now, shooters on my payroll
shooting at a snap now
i’m smoking out the pound now, my fingers i keep bad b-tches wrapped now
i’m in the club, hunneds on the ground
got a bad b-tch, slim waist her -ss round
flocka in the club it’s going down, young richie rich, keep a bad b-tch, waka flocka

[verse]
i’m riding in the ghost now, no rims just factory
got the word that the f-ck boys is after me
you gonna need an army thinking bout catching me
i came from the crack block, never talk to a cop
that’s not me, n-gg- disrespect then you know it’s click pop
you know how a n-gg- rock, tattoos diamond grill, and some dread locks, flocka
grandma i ain’t gonna stop, till that million dollar check get dropped in your mailbox

[hook x2]
i’m smoking out the bag now, all my b-tches bad now
all these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
to get some b-tches running round
i’m smoking out the bag now, all my b-tches bad now
got these rappers mad now, in my condo keeps them pills
to get some b-tches running round

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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