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waka flocka flame - uh huh lyrics

they call me shawty dread better yet flocka, a handgun can’t do it better use a chopper.
dis n-gg- had a 30 clip and used one bullet, next time u pull i, t aim for the head.
police need a statement, i can’t talk homey, f-ck a bestfriend do it by my lonely.
but that can’t go phony cb4 n-gg-, he acting like gusto, he super p-ssy n-gg-.
vet here no rookie n-gg-, hood ledgend like tookie n-gg-, white wrist white blue ring n-gg-, but i ain’t cripin doe. shoot yo -ss from head to toe when i see you n-gg-.
i heard they set this stack i heard so many rumors.
i heard so much bullshti, u got a d-ck or a click, better yet yo click on b-tch, p-ssy n-gg-.
they call me flocka i ain’t got no lyrics n-gg-, straight blunt n-gg- i don’t want no lyrics n-gg-.
riding in my box chevy, aye that’s my hood car, graduated from a hood star.
these n-gg-s get me mad, i don’t need bread 30 bands i got swag.
my show 15 bands, quarter every month m-th-f-cka let’s stunt.
2 chains, 2 rings, 1 bright, 1 bracelet, n-gg- you got goose for brains.

i throw money out my window just to front (uh huh uh huh)
loud purp in the swisha that’s the blunt (uh huh uh huh)
i heard i’m ugly but you can’t call me broke (uh huh uh huh)
waka flocka flame lil shawty dope (uh huh uh huh)
tay on the beat that’s them stacks (uh huh uh huh)
hit the strip club just to watch that -ss clap (uh huh uh huh)
n-gg-s buck we gon bust em asap (uh huh uh huh)
this rap sh-t boomin like this sh-t a trap (uh huh uh huh)

ok, what the f-ck to say.
i got juice n-gg-, i’m the truth n-gg-.
u can play bishop n-gg- i’m a play q, elm street. shawty i’m a die py ruu.
g sh-t here n-gg-, u square n-gg- you could neva fit up in my cirlce, geeked up like i’m erkel off the triple stack, n-gg-s talk off white, they ain’t neva trapped.
you can call it sneak dissin, this n-gg- answer back he, gon end up missing.
on my tour bus smoking weed and f-cking hoes, waka flocka flame booked up meet me at my shows.
buck n-gg- it’s a go, n-gg- i’m on everythang, d-mn near a hall of fame, don’t mix me for no lame, b-tch n-gg- stay out my lane, you rap n-gg- f-ck the fame, you disrespect me i’m a put you in a picture frame.
f-ck n-gg- put you on a milk carton, we shootin pistols ova here no martial artin, maserati martin.
beamer or a benz, p-ssenger n-body m-th-f-ck a friend.
put no trust in them.
i did that sh-t one time almost lost my life, rock rabbo roll dem dice.
i got 3 jobs, stunt stunt stunt stunt.

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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