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• Written by Anonymous
Waka flocka flame, goes hard in the paint, bruh dont talk your breath stanks
It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance We all having a good time
So lets go clown and prance
You can see with your fans They got me in the prison screaming free bandz
When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands.Put up your hands and open
the door,hear the crowd come on chant it like yall want some more
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for Because my games
Be having mad blood and coar
No ho, acquainted with the floor, we be hangin me and chief keef at these chill parties,
over here killing sippin on mad bacardi
Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy, My names lil shotty and thats why
me and chief keef love no thotties
I'm going to let my little homies
So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies, we I'd dem Spanish girls they
Calling Me Papi, think you slick you not bout to rob me
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see talking all that and you
So stinky
La to the chilly
Lets come up to my city
Oh girl now don't be silly
Bitch, they call it motor city
Ye too, but what em did was silly
The good kid from the ugly city we got another one looming like a
Hillbilly,burn you want some money you real real funny. I'm getting
Buckets just like k spade you want to fight come on and get laid.
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
That's why me and my home boys about to raid
Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting hoe made
I'm the boss just like rick ross your a bum the only thing you can eat is
Apple sauce
Please hold your applause we playing ball and you getting crossed.
While you took the summer off my money did a somersault, come at me
Bro and I'd get caught assault, you mad but it ain't my fault.
Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford,I'm a slice
And dice you with my sword.
Bomaye, killa cam, my lord, I'm playing with computers and you pull
Out the cord.
The kid was someone I despite, I guess he knew better than get in a fight
Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night, and that
Was something of my site
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