Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"Rumors"

"Rumors"


[Chorus:]
They wanna see me dead puttin prices on my head
Spreadin rumors round town like I fell down
They cant hold me down they cant stop my shine
They cant block my grind shawty its game time
Pyru for life breads off the elms nigga ian big on lick
Cause ian been to the mother land here I stand grown ass
Man gun in my hand ion fear no man FLOCKA!!!

[Verse 1]
These niggas fuckin trippin second guess am I livin
Better tell em I'm gone kill em twenty bags and tell em
Come get em make ya boy scared to say nun him
I thank that I scared him I swear to god
Dont fear them these niggas straight trippin
Thinkin that I'm slippin pull it out
Then I'm rippin my whole click
Itchin lookin for the fuckin victum
Free my partner isum tunnel fuckin vision
I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt fuckin hear em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
These niggas say they kilt me and kidnapped my daughter
Ion even got no daughter they mad cause imma baller
And they hoes a caller you know that imma stall her
Then dick her and ball her then never ever call her
Grind hard like my mother I'm the problem solver AR
Or revolver you hard then I am harder stop actin like a killer
You pussy ass nigga you aint wanna murder
Thats why I'm still alive nigga BRICKSQUAD!!!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rumors"

"Rumors"


[Chorus:]
They wanna see me dead puttin prices on my head
Spreadin rumors round town like I fell down
They can't hold me down they can't stop my shine
They can't block my grind shawty it's game time
Piru for life breads off the elms nigga
I ain't big on lick cause I ain't been to the motherland
Here I stand grown ass man
Gun in my hand I don't fear no man FLOCKA!

[Verse 1:]
These niggas trippin second guess am I livin better tell em I'm gone kill em twenty bags and tell em come get em make ya boy scared to say nun him I thank that I scared him I swear to god dnt fear them these niggas straight trippin thinkin that I'm slippin pull it out then I'm rippin my whole click itchin lookin for the freakin victum free my partner isum tunnel freakin vision I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt freakin hear em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
These niggas say they killd me and kidnapped my daughter ion even got no daughter they mad cause I'm a baller and they girls a caller you know that I'm a stall her then love her and ball her then never ever call her grind hard like my mother I'm the problem solver AR or revolver you hard then I am harder stop actin like a killer you weak tail nigga you ain't wanna murder that's why I'm still alive nigga BRICKSQUAD!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Running Them Lips"
(feat. Chazz)

"Running Them Lips"
(feat. Chazz)



[Intro:]
Said that molly got the pussy talkin

[Hook 1:]
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]
Said that molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin

[Verse 1:]
She got one in her mouth, one in the clit
Geekin so hardly, one off her tit
Said she wanna lick the molly off me
That molly got her pussy talkin

[Pre-Hook:]
I think I got a trigga with me, double your Jacuzzi
I had them bitches screaming like a goddamn groupie
I'm a real nasty nigga, I put that molly in the booty
I pull my iPhone out and made a goddamn movie

[Hook 1:]
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]
Said that molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin

[Verse 2:]
That molly got the pussy talkin
She lickin her tongue, she bitin and suckin her thumb
I'm givin to her what she wants
That molly got the pussy talkin
Her pussy feel numb
She suckin and fuckin for fun
I'm givin that hoe what she want

[Pre-Hook:]
I think I got a trigga with me, double your Jacuzzi
I had them bitches screaming like a goddamn groupie
I'm a real nasty nigga, I put that molly in the booty
I pull my iPhone out and made a goddamn movie

[Hook 1:]
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips
Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]
Said that molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin
That molly got the pussy talkin

 

[fox69]

"Seen A Lot"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid & Fetti Gang)

"Seen A Lot"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid & Fetti Gang)



[Hook:]
I done seen a lot, of these cars and these cribs
And I done sold a lot of this white teds mean
But now the block is hot, what it is, what it is
I know the feds watching, so I'm stickin to the script
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it

Need the [?] shawty you ain't my type
Popping pills catching planes, all night
Fuck round loose your life
Man that chick said you ain't bout that life
Your main bitch I done fucked her twice
You're whoopin, you're not really right
In the club, busting bottles, bigger flexin, I
I be working like a motherfucker
I be going hard off in this motherfucker
Bsm boy, don't test em
Murk a nigg on sight, put it on slim
Waka flocka I'm a rich nigga
Bought a million off in cars, gone off 2 cars
That molly's got me fucked up
Suicied you tries niggas, eyes low

[Hook:]
I done seen a lot, of these cars and these cribs
And I done sold a lot of this white teds mean
But now the block is hot, what it is, what it is
I know the feds watching, so I'm stickin to the script
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it

I done seen it all, from the mid to the yay
Talking to the robbers, cause them boys don't play
All 38 and a russian ak
Colorblind the haters, all I see is black and grey
Now the block hot, gotta catch em when they cool out
Only thing I'm saying when you see me
Have your tool out
Word about this ba, keep it on go
Hit me when you touch down, we'll just call it to
I done seen it all from the fake to the real
Niggas sell they soul just to get a record deal
Just to go gold they would give they right hand
Sacrifice they mama, bring the drama to they man

[Hook:]
I done seen a lot, of these cars and these cribs
And I done sold a lot of this white teds mean
But now the block is hot, what it is, what it is
I know the feds watching, so I'm stickin to the script
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it
I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, I seen it
I saw it, I sold it, I sold it, I sold it, they bought it.

 

[fox69]

"She Be Puttin' On"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)

"She Be Puttin' On"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)



She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing


My girl independent
Bitches all in her business

Pink on the back of her boyshorts
Bought everything she own
Love it when she smile and moan
Encore how she groan
Ask around the hood, she known
One of a type she can’t be cloned
“No hands” for her ringtone
“Hard in the paint” her theme song
That's my gutta chick
Man I love that bitch
The way she look and moan
When she taking it
And don’t mind McDonald’s
Ain’t no bougie bitch
When I wake up
Breakfast on the table,
One rolled up
Sprayed upon the table

Baby ‘po up
Drinking out of the “a” cup
Pass the syrup
I’m finna fuck this food up

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing


Now she’s stuntin', she’s going in,
These hoes can't tell her nothing

She came home in a trench coat
And under it was nothing

I'm so curious, it's serious,
My car so fast and furious

But she'll drive a man delirious
I hope all y'all hearing this

She's got swag of a top model

Curves like a coke bottle
She know I go full throttle
I’m walking with a slight wobble
Got choppas like I’m Big Papa
I’m Big Gucci, you a cock blocker
These True Religion not the knock off
My camera chain is an eye problem
Imma stunt stunt a bill on a half a mil’
Ice crem Gucci Mane, can I live?
Chick knows I got a rubber dick
You know what gone in 60 secs is?
A movie, I’m being me
Just cooling and my DVD
And my BVDs are so I-C-E
Y to the G-U-C-C-I

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'

She the type don’t never ever ask for nothing

 

[fox69]

"Shit Where You Sleep"
(feat. Ace Hood)

"Shit Where You Sleep"
(feat. Ace Hood)



[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
He selling dope out his grandma house, now that's a no no
He selling dope out his mama house, now that's a no no
Stupid nigga you don't shit where you sleep at
Killers kidnap your sibling's, kick your door, all you heard was click clack

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
He calling 'round town, where my shit at?
He tryna' pay, he don't want no get back
He all pro tools, that nigga all rap
You a pussy nigga just to be exact
Boy you ain't never trap
You the type of nigga that'll fuck up your pack
My youngin' boys peeling cause he selling too much crack
Deodorize these niggas, choppers spraying like some Axe
Still pussy niggas wanna come back, call me jacks
Rule number one, don't shit where you sleep at
Rule number two, keep a motherfucking strap
Turn your niggas on, get a youngin' some packs

[Hook:]
He selling dope out his grandma house, now that's a no no
He selling dope out his mama house, now that's a no no
Stupid nigga you don't shit where you sleep at
Killers kidnap your sibling's, kick your door, all you heard was click clack
Click clack
Click clack
All you heard was click clack
All you heard was click clack
Nigga gimme that, D.O.A.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I say young boys out here lurking
Murking a nigga on purpose
Pulling up in that rental
One shot from the Glock, he jerking
Gotta watch who you call your folk
Can't sell to a nigga you don't know
That's rule number one, no using
Get ghost when you see the popo'
Oh no these little niggas out here tripping
Talking how they cocaine whipping
Claim that they trap be jumping
Selling dope, watch your mama's, you dumbing
Man y'all niggas really ain't on shit
Niggas ain't selling no bricks
Niggas ain't moving no weight
You ain't never caught no case
I'm a have my Haitan's at your door
Ain't talking domino's
Couple Glocks and one forty-five
And they kick the door and they lay it down
Click clack, oh they scared now
If you move quick, then you a dead guy
That red dot

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Short Fuse"
(feat. Eldorado Red & Young Scooter)

"Short Fuse"
(feat. Eldorado Red & Young Scooter)



Keep hustling, don't stay down
Keep serving nigs till you wear the fucking crown
On my side of town he rose down
Shot with you 3 times and rub your ass the 4th
Pack in, so the young niggas workin
Pulled up on your block in the maybach with boss curtains
Never could be broke with a loaded pistol
Stay down in the trap till the laws get you
Ah, hey shout out to the real niggas
Hoe is showing my jewelry, fans snappin pictures
I got money I got guns and I'm bout to issue
May the lord be with you when the fuckin hollows hit you
Clayton county, clayton county

Blood on my hands, I done got my hands dirty
Niggas went to playing girls, so we went to murkin
Gun fights, porch tries
No witnesses, so they had to throw it all
To the death of me, I'm a be a living legend
Rich crest king nigga, you a fuckin peasant
Wise guy, I got mob ties
Feds follow me around, I lie a mob life
I give a order, niggas getting wet
Pull up on the set, my young niggas got that set
I supply the town nigga when I come around
Me and waka flocka, we gonn gun you down!

I was born in a cellie full of drug dealers
Started sellin dope as a young nigga
I make a hustle you ain't never seen nigga
You just smoking reggie and I smoke og nigga
On everything I love I put you on your feet nigga
I don't need a bitch to free band sleep with me
And everything I got, I got it out the jug miss
Do what the fuck I wanna do cause I'm a boss nigga
And every 3rd time I serve you, take you off nigga
Bricksquad monopoly, shake the dice nigga
Parking mob place, we gonn do you right nigga
Young scooter, flock flame on sight nigga!

 

[fox69]

"Slippin"

"Slippin"


[Hook:]
Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin’
Caught a nigga slippin' outside of the parkin' lot
Young nigga popped his chain and ran in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back cause you know they 'bout it
Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin', don't let me catch you slippin'
Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the Pirus get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there

Heard he in the H, I call J. Prince Jr
You ain't from the streets you just rap a lot, nigga
Booked for a show in the middle of the hood
You ain't good out there, this is Chi-Town, nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trae
Run that chain, nigga, like it’s a relay
You really pussy that’s what the streets say
Fuck who you know nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin’ with cook
Heard your favorite rapper got his AP took
I’m seein’ green dots, puttin’ money on books
If he broke he hatin’ young nigga get money
Fuckin’ with the white girl, Playboy bunny
Got them niggas lookin’ funny have them runnn’ in your shit
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin’ gas, nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin’ with the crips – Nah
You niggas ain’t bool
Imma call troop, he gon’ call big you
Now the guns all on you nigga deja vu
You a question mark gangster – DJ Clue
For that Cuban link chain and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario – Tribe Called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
Tryin’ to hold onto your chain, you gon’ end up missin’

[Hook]

I got shooters in the D, I ain’t talkin’ bout the Pistons
Grand Theft Auto, send them homies on a mission
Pay yo’ ass a visit braggin’ bout your low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
Lyin’ on your crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick, Charlie Sheen we winnin’
Ten toes down with the yoppa, I’m a beast
No V-103 like Greg I’m street
Don’t give up the money, then it’s RIP
Sendin’ head shots like the DMV
Half asleep, split your wig like the red sea
Got stripes in the street like a referee
Have a nigga runnin’ like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the recipe
Do your homework, find out where he be at
Where he hide the money put the D at
Run up in yo’ shit we gon’ seize that
Then break it down on the g pad
Better be, boo you don’t need that
Waka Flocka Flame catch me hangin’ where the G’s at
Rob a dope boy, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout prison
Can’t call the police ’bout them bricks in the kitchen

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Smile"

"Smile"



I said it's early in the morning and I'm still in the studio
Tryina cook my next hit single, catch a movie role
Know a nigga wining when you get 50 K
Getting money three ways, I can never see a rainy day

I said it's early in the morning and all I see is money when I'm yawning, nigga
I said it's early in the morning and I'm still in the studio
Tryina cook my next hit single, catch a movie role
Know a nigga wining when you getting 50 K
Getting money three ways, I can never see a rainy day
Millions of my word play, pray every chance I get
Bullshit irrelevant, narcotics, I be selling it
In the hood kicking shit, drinking beers, gangsta shit
Never let these hating niggas take me on my element
They say my flow heaven sent

Every chance I get man, I'm a fucking smile,
Even if they try to knock me on the ground
Every chance I get I'm a smile even if they try to knock me on the ground
I'm a smile
Even if I don't wanna
I'm a smile
Even if I don't wann
I'm a smile
Never let you see me frown, never could you hold me down

Drag on my pocket, now there's unity, respect each other
Love a friend like a brother dog, all I know is loyalty
Dug the penitentiary, my niggas move a quarterly
Success, I hear it calling me, my downfall, bitch, you wanna see
But unfortunately, I'm a fucking smile every chance I get
Never let a person's words take me on my element
Them lies, I ain't buying it, so ain't no need for selling it
When you push me down on the ground ain't gonna frown
I'm a motherfucking smile

Every chance I get man, I'm a fucking smile
Even if they try to knock me on the ground
I'm a smile
Every chance I get I'm a smile
Even if they try to knock me on the ground
I'm a smile
Even if I don't wanna, I'm a smile
Even if I don't wanna, I'm a smile
Never let you see me frown, never could you hold me down

 

[fox69]

"Snakes In The Grass"
(feat. Cartier Kitten)

"Snakes In The Grass"
(feat. Cartier Kitten)




They say flocka trippin shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Criss Cross bitch
I ain't gonna cross over ARaab nigga move over
They say I ain't gonna make so this yea, I gotta show ya
Man I'm known in the hood for making that barf
You know block cause you first liked John Star
Forty nights forty days no Noah's Arc
If we was living in water I be a shark
I'm in the front you in the back like rosa parks
got heart like rosa parks aye where the fuck to start
don't gotta gun than I'ma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci bark
Bitch we shootin over here no martial art
OK man, for the go in man, real talk man
I got nigga knowledge your girlfriend pussy got hella mileage
I'm a street nigga so middle finger to a college

They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 Polaroid fans can't go to ...?
I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich
They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 Polaroid fans can't go to ...?
I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich

Cart-I-er know what so hyphe in my ears pop right here
Where that mirror dropped, I found yeah like that's hot
Now where bread, I'ma need that blue
when it off the head I'ma need like two
nigga rich what that make you
I'm a trigger chick, my belt my proof
Now what you want I'ma shut this down
nigga Tryna front like I run this town
Nigga Tryna front like I work this shit
nigga hide the blunt I smell the pill
While I'm tipped in corners I'm rolling with foreigners
My O's be Brazilian, Sicilian, hondoriz
Got bread to blood gotta mean 16
Turn the camera on, let me rep my team
I'm making hits like back to back
Ya'll cute n shit, ya'll try to rap
get stupid shit, how you trying to act
I'm stupid rich no platinum plaques
I'm nigga rich boy what you rap
No nigga business, No nigga checks
Cart-I-er

They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 Polaroid fans can't go to ...?
I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich
They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 Polaroid fans can't go to ...?
I got cars, Icey Hoes, Shawty I'm nigga rich