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waka flocka flame - season lyrics

[intro]
every time, every time, hit ’em back to back
hah, boom, hahahaha
let’s take ’em to the island
hoodrich, b-tch
salute me or shoot me volume 6
i ain’t seen ’em
close the door, n-gg-
prince ink, rico cash
hoodrich, b-tch
(you ain’t gang, you a lame
you ain’t gang, you a lame)
we fronted that boy that pack
d-mn, we ain’t even seen him
it’s been two weeks on that body
i heard they just id’d him
in my neighborhood, it’s k!ller season
n-gg- walk around clutchin’ they heaters
get that l off your chest if you need to
if i piece you up, n-gg-, i’ma eat you
ayy, yo, big tiny, bring that sh-t back, n-gg-
every time, every time, hit ’em back to back
hah, boom, hahahaha (brick squad)
i ain’t seen ’em (trapaholics mixtapes)
close the door, n-gg-
(you ain’t gang, you a lame
you ain’t gang, you a lame)

[verse 1]
we fronted that boy that pack
d-mn, we ain’t even seen him
it’s been two weeks on that body
i heard they just id’d him
in my neighborhood, it’s k!ller season
n-gg- walk around clutchin’ they heaters
get that l off your chest if you need to
if i piece you up, n-gg-, i’ma eat you
put that on my mama, that coretha
with them weapons, i swear that i’m lethal
boy, that fire on me like a beeper
got that silencer on me, i’ll bleep ’em
hmm, mute somethin’ for you dumb n-gg-s
i’ll shoot somethin’, look at run, n-gg-
gun you down just for fun, n-gg-

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
hundred rounds, n-gg-, shoot somethin’, p-ssy
sprayed your mama house, you ain’t do nothin’
hundred n-gg-s with me and they all gunnin’
we the run down boys, n-gg-, we ain’t runnin’

[verse 2]
pull up with n-gg-s with heaters
my n-gg-s stay hungry, we eat ’em
we straight out the jungle like zebras
and spot your -ss up like a cheetah
i serve the bricks, f-ck a feature
still scr-ping dope out the beaker
had a diamondback with no kickback
walker -ss, they ain’t seen him
they gon’ gun you down, n-gg- gon’ hunt you down
you get money now, we get them hundreds now
i was trappin’ back then and i’m trappin’ now
got this sh-t on your card, we gon’ track you down
pull up on your b-tch -ss with a hundred rounds
make your b-tch bring that sack, we don’t f-ck around
put the silencer on it, don’t make a sound
when i hit your b-tch -ss, it go bah-bah-bah

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
hundred rounds, n-gg-, shoot somethin’
sprayed your mama house, you ain’t do nothin’
hundred n-gg-s with me and they all gunnin’ (hoodrich, b-tch)
we the run down boys, n-gg-, we ain’t runnin’

[verse 3: waka flocka flame]
35k for a thousand eight grams
55k if you wanna see me on stage goin’ ham
trap money, b-tch, rap money
i’ma mix it up and make more money
trap money with the rap money
i’ma mix it up and make more money for my n-gg-s
i’m gunning, i’m riding, i’m riding, i’m gunning
running and ducking, i thought y’all was gangster
i will not serve you if you not a banger
i made a million with molly, i ain’t talking drugs
grew up on grove where they’re slanging iron
if you want a name, gotta spill blood, on piru

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
hundred rounds, n-gg-, shoot somethin’
sprayed your mama house, you ain’t do nothin’
hundred n-gg-s with me and they all gunnin’
we the run down boys, n-gg-, we ain’t runnin’

[outro]
volume 6
we did this sh-t for the streets, for the hood
for them n-gg-s behind them walls, n-gg-
hoodrich, b-tch
real trap sh-t

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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