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waka flocka flame - what u movin lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
got the blow
sp-ceships
c0ke parties
grimlin

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
she sniffing cocaine off the table
migo plug off a white gold
i’m in texas looking for the act
they like “waka flocka flame back”
my whole hood full of gang bangers
i ain’t selling you sh-t, if you ain’t gang bangin’
your name ain’t ringing if you ain’t shooting
f-ck the club, b-tch we dope swinging, what you movin’?
(trap, trap, trap, trap)
off a brick (trap, trap, trap, trap)
whole motherf-cking brick

[verse 1: jimmy rocket & waka flocka flame]
old n-ggas out here living off them old war stories
f-ck that n-gga hood, jimmy rocket go shoot up the place
okay yeah, them young n-ggas hop and making it spray
the k got a drum like i played in the band
the grip on this stick is the size of a can
when i let the b-tch go, it gon’ sing like roxanne
we sending them shots at your memory glands
like minecraft, we gon’ take over your land
you don’t think she got ace in the cut
at your door boy, that boy pizza hut
i’m a dog to these hoes like a mutt
i’m on roosevelt, chilling with theodore
we got big guns, you have to see before
you need 2k, like i don’t f-ck with ea sports
most of these rappers remind me of [?]
i was hard-hittin’ n-gga, i ain’t even go to school
young n-gga sh-t, hittin’ l!cks what i used to do
two n-ggas hopping out the benz just like an uber pool
jimmy yeah

[verse 2: jimmy rocket & waka flocka flame]
get to the money n-gga, what you doin’? what you movin’?
extendos, extendos, we don’t play nintendo, we hop out the rental and walk that boy down, put your thoughts on the ground
i do not talk, my jewellery too loud
you know that lame sh-t is not allowed
i’m in your hood and you not around
they don’t want beef like a cow
i got these hoes turnin’ heads like an owl (squad)
you n-ggas is dead if the homie go ‘bow!’ (squad)
that stick get to wavin’ like it’s in a crowd
these double-oh-seven guys ain’t got no sound
these f-ck-n-ggas talkin’ down
got some sh-t took n-gga word around town
n-ggas get to singing on the stand, james brown
i’ll leave a n-gga body in the lost-and-found
if you wanna be up, gotta stay down
all these hoes gettin’ bussed like a greyhound
i’m a young fly n-gga being honest
’cause i been getting bucks, giannis
i’ma run to that bag like sonic

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
she sniffing cocaine off the table
migo plug off a white gold
i’m in texas looking for the act (act, act, act)
they like “waka flocka flame back”
my whole hood full of gang bangers (squad)
i ain’t selling you sh-t, if you ain’t gang bangin’ (brick squad)
your name ain’t ringing if you ain’t shooting
f-ck the club, b-tch we dope swinging, what you movin’?

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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