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waka flocka flame - rob that nigga lyrics

[intro]
trapaholic biatch!
if we feel like you a p+ssy, run that chain and that watch
do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
two shots, man down like jordans, put him in the box
that baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin’ get him shot, hit it
lebron, flocka, james part five
trap, trap, trap
ay, trap (flocka f+cker)

[chorus]
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (hey, hey)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (hey, squad, squad)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (squad, bow!, bow! bow!)
pull up, bet i’m dumpin’, n+gga (bow!, bow! bow! f+ck ’em)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (queens squad!)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (you know)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (d+mn, son, where’d you find this?)
pull up, bet i’m dumpin’, n+gga

[verse 1]
if we feel like you a p+ssy run that chain and that watch
do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
two shots, man down like jordans, put him in the box
that baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin’ get him shot
hittin’ l!cks like lollipops, in the field like some crops
askin’ questions, i ain’t stressin’, no confession for the cops
cross the linе, connect the dots, broad day, f+ck who what?
melt thе barrel on the glock, clayton county, one+stop shop
oh, you got molly bows and blocks, i kick your door and pose as cops
see tonight might let you go, but all this dope is on the house
yes, i’m grimy but not slimy, so i just might leave an ounce
just got dispatched for a call, so i just might need to flocka (flocka)
[chorus]
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (hey, hey)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (hey, squad, squad)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (squad, bow!, bow! bow!)
pull up, bet i’m dumpin’, n+gga (bow!, bow! bow! f+ck ’em)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (queens squad!)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (you know)
rob that n+gga, f+ck that n+gga (trapaholics, real trap, sh+t)
pull up, bet i’m dumpin’, n+gga

[verse 2]
heard he got them pounds and pills, in his house, i’m on his heels
hold that chopper like a drill, pop that n+gga like a seal
sippin’ lean on that quill, down that n+gga like khalil
in these streets, like, f+ck a deal, wipe his nose, can’t skip a meal
f+ck how you think, f+ck how you feel, get away, now that’s unreal
chopper bigger than o’neal, when i lift it, better kneel
boy, you know what time it is, bring that dope, them diamonds here
in the trap house you can find me there, when i appear, no robbers there
pack that p+ssy pocket, pocket rocket to his noggin’
don’t cooperate, lil’ boy, know that i’ma pop him
rappers tuckin’ chains in, b+tches yellin’ squad
ten milli glock, i nicknamed it bodyguard (flocka, flocka)

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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