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- Waka Flocka Flame 50K Remix 歌詞
- Waka Flocka Flame
- I'm drinking champagne
One deep in my phantom ghost
Bad bitch with me wonder
Where my manners go
My young is sick sick we're the antidote
Hey man that's your top bust you cantaloupe
You fought a sick and he's still selling dope
How the f**k you ballin' with a car note
I'm in the trap real shit
Cury never had a job he always loose the booth
Them youngers run up in your house
With them hands hold
No manners just to let you know who did it ho
I'm from Riverdale all I know is get it in
I got weed I got molly's what you tryin' to spend
50 k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag
She a red bottom bitch for such a short working bag
I'ma get money nigga
Don't use the carlot to protect
Before I leave my f**king house
Grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
My foreign car penny flag black
My girl hiped out as fat
Paparazzi keep flashing pictures
Broke niggas looking wanna be these niggas
4 grams in my back wood
Millionaire nigga still keep it hood
Pay the extra 60 for that still hood
Phantom goals got a nigga living good
Turn up
I be your bitch want a nigga
Hey come here shawty
I bet she wanna f**k a nigga
Hey come here shawty
Never be a broke nigga
Shawty see a platinum nigga
50 k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag
She a red bottom bitch
For such a short working bag
I'ma get money nigga
Don't use the carlot to protect
Before I leave my f**king house
Grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Dope boy fresh hell long on the scale shorty
Trap nigga ask Red Cross in Riverdale
Bitch I still run the south
Got them niggas at the house
Bunch a bad ass bitches like to chill at the house
I don't f**k with none of them suckers
But they bitches on my dick
Got my youngin' with my buss
At anything I tell him hit
Bought my girl a 45
Told her put it in her purse
Spent 350 on a vent
Made a hundred for this verse
Told flocka you can bring this shit
In cash or in work
He brought 20 and a bag
I say f**k it that'll work
You don't want to be caught in my
Dope spot nigga
Talkin' bout your silly
Bitch get you both shot nigga
50 k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag
She a red bottom bitch
For such a short working bag
I'ma get money
Nigga don't use the carlot to protect
Before I leave my f**king house
Grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
Thumbing through the Benz
I be playing with a chick
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