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waka flocka flame - where it at lyrics

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i don’t care about no he say, she say
chase this money, love dinero like my f-cking dj

[hook:]
kick his door off the henges, lay it down
heard you got that work, in this house, lay it down
n-body move, everybody on the ground
and if a n-gg- act crazy, brains on the ground,
motherf-cker
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that

how the f-ck a soldier broke with a loaded pistol
hope them goonies get you when them hollows h-t you
the a squads they miss i bet my youngings h-t you
i’m from playing county, b-tch i want the issue
f-ck the police, f-ck the police
i say it 2 times, all i know is grind
b-tch i gotta shine, crime pays
you couldn’t walk a half of mile in these cool plays
dark ray ban shades, i’m like f-ck a hater
hit a lick, hit a lick, stack this f-cking paper
amfens stay right by me, i call it my neighbor
playin county, waka flame i’m the f-cking man

[hook:]
kick his door off the henges, lay it down
heard you got that work, in this house, lay it down
n-body move, everybody on the ground
and if a n-gg- act crazy, brains on the ground,
motherf-cker
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that

pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, b-tch i’m bustin at em
out lace i’m bustin at em, no talking, send them
youngins at em
only got one so we in his house
n-gg-s know i got a pistol in his mouth
f-ck n-gg- where the work at
you a lame n-gg-, don’t deserve that
don’t cooperate, that’s a dirt nap
whole house i’m a sorry stack
f-ck, where the pounds and the t shirts at
this one man i did it for the track
man the male lookin back, talk around the bullseye
n-gg- get crack
what if a d bow act, maybay, keep a [?]
i’m thinking it, with a b-tch i feel like diego
fat boy swag like my n-gg- new
gully boy for life call me rulee
you know my crew go hard, this [?] we gonn rep.

[hook:]
kick his door off the henges, lay it down
heard you got that work, in this house, lay it down
n-body move, everybody on the ground
and if a n-gg- act crazy, brains on the ground,
motherf-cker
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that
n-gg-, where the cash at, where the cash at
n-gg-, where the cash at, i need all of that.



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