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waka flocka flame - whats poppin lyrics

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
i’m higher than a motherf-cker, over my limit
threw the right blinker on, i jumped off the exit
pulled up at the club, parked valet
ray- ban’s on my eyes, screaming out “crime pay”
i’m deeper than a motherf-cker n-gga, don’t touch me
i came to party, who wanna get some money
all i know is flex, gold on a n-gga, ball
summer, winter, fall, you just do it for a weekend
baby what you drinking, white or brown
everything on me baby girl, this my town (squaaad!)

[hook: waka flocka flame]
where the weed at (roll it), baby roll it up (what)
we gonn’ drink this alcohol (flex), till we throw it up (ungh)
tell security (ungh), don’t touch me (bow)
but if he do, tell the lord to have mercy
bands on deck (flex), baby drop it (flocka)
youngins on my right and left, they gonn’ pop it (flex)
bottles poppin’ (flex), bands poppin’ (flex)
p-ssy poppin’, baby girl drop it (ungh)

[verse 2: a-wax]
my weed is the best, if you high i’m higher
brought my youngin with his k, and if he fires it he’s hired
from a distance i get hated, up close i’m admired
that’s a bad b-tch, but i don’t know what goes up inside her
popping bottles popping bands, b-tch we got it popping
push the music push the work, b-tch we got some options
i been doing h-lla dirt, to put some diamonds in them pendants
all my homies stack a mill, and die before we get to spend it
f-ck a major label deal, i’m rolling independent
look at all my homies as potential co defendants
where the weed at, baby roll it up
set my cup down on that -ss, we’ll hold it up

[hook]

[verse 3: bakery brad]
all my n-ggas blood, in here and we bottle popping
walking through the club, fat -ss and she p-ssy popping
f-cked up off them drugs, baby wheres the bud
roll it up, security touch me i’m throwing slugs
give it up,i load up this chopper and spray the drum
divide ’em up, rocky give me the word i light ’em up
bsm pyrex the moolah so let us in, so much bread it’s a sin
mde tell a friend, it’s e s p to the n
this chopper clip hit the floor but, there’s plenty more for you all
my money longer than yours, this b-tch way badder than yours
this ship is coming aboard, grab a b-tch off the tour
f-ck her good then i exit, we’ll proceed in the morning

[hook]

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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