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waka flocka flame – workin’ lyrics

[hook]
i been workin’ n-gg-
cocaina, she be flirting n-gg-
back my ‘rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, john gotti

i been workin’ n-gg-
cocaina, she be flirting n-gg-
back my ‘rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, john gotti

[verse 1]
pussy -ss n-gg- you ain’t never jug
i’m a real piru, ask big suge
i’m a real trapper, ask victor hill
for the thrill, i pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a k!ll (hey)
i’m waka flocka, n-gg-
k!ll a family member, shawty el chapo n-gg-
throw your sets in the air for my blockas n-gg-
two shots of the [?] that go flocka n-gg-
i’m on the block my n-gg-
where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my n-gg-
red, blue, white flags like a haitian k!ller
i will never back down, i’m from clayco n-gg-

[hook]
i been workin’ n-gg-
cocaina, she be flirting n-gg-
back my ‘rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, john gotti

[verse 2]
a lot of rappers start trapping it’s like recess
real jet boy i snatch the chain off your neck
set the game for you n-gg-s, that’s a preset
elm street, dirt gang n-gg- that’s the g set
i’m like meech, my n-gg-
bricksquad live off loyalty, f-ck you n-gg-s
waka flocka name still good in these streets
five thousand shooters n-gg-, you ain’t hard to reach
when it come to k!llers, got a fleet my n-gg-
pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my n-gg-
i know you thinking to yourself i’m a beast, my n-gg-
hundred shootouts, we ain’t never faced defeat, my n-gg-

[hook]
i been workin’ n-gg-
cocaina, she be flirting n-gg-
back my ‘rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, john gotti

[verse 3]
check his background, he ain’t who he say he is
acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit
boy i must admit a lot of rap n-gg-s pussy
early in the morning and my dog baking cookies
john gotti
wish he try me, cross the line, you a body n-gg-
go against waka flocka, kamikaze
hands like i’m ali, south side where you find me
heard they trying to take me off the streets, my n-gg-
pussy n-gg-s snitching, talking to police my n-gg-
now the feds tryna kick in my front door
i got lawyer fees, bond money, case closed (flocka)

[hook]
i been workin’ n-gg-
cocaina, she be flirting n-gg-
back my ‘rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, john gotti

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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