Waka Flocka Flame

[fox69]

"So Many Things"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"So Many Things"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame]
She don't want liquor, she just want wine
She just my kind: long hair, fat behind
They say we're intertwined, we belong together
In the club throwing money up, changing weather
G's on my sweater, all I get is cheddar
Money go-getters: Waka Flocka and 2 Timez
Gucci - sup, I said to the Haitians
Waddup Luchi. Free my nigga Zoe
40K for a show. Practice what I preach
Shawty Mane that's all I know
Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking slow
I'm smoking on reefer, me Gucci and Wiz Khalifa

[Hook - Gucci Mane]
Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out
And leave her. Comment trough a speaker
Grind in my 2-seater
Cause I got a fleet-a
Send em work like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what I preach-a
If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
I got a murder charge now for the tracks I murdered
Like a nigga turned around, I'm going back to work
Got a smirk on my face cause I smoke the purp
Gucci boy, now they doing a search
And I ain't been lame, but tame your dame
Cause you should be ashamed how she's off the chain
I'm insane in the brain like Saddam Hussain
I got a brink of extra change of this extra 'caine
It's crazy, Dwayne just counting strange
Me and Waka Flocka Flame on a private plane
With 2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train
Like an organ donor, baby loan the brain

[Hook - Gucci Mane]
Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out
And leave her. [?] speaker
Grind in my 2-seater
Cause I got a fleet-a
Send em work like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what I preach-a
If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya

 

[fox69]

"Solo"
(feat. Dorrough & Shawty Lo)

"Solo"
(feat. Dorrough & Shawty Lo)



[Hook: Dorrough]
S.O.L.O., S.O.L.O
She drop it, so low
One deep, so low
S.O.L.O., S.O.L.O
She drop it, so low
One deep, so low

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
On the highway, riding with like thirty K
Youngin' dipped down in the back seat plotting with the Russian K
Pulling this car over, like throwing your life away
Catch you with your top down, then you know it's J.F.K
Clay County nigga, I'm like the mayor
Disrespect them bloodhound's they'll motherfucking spray you
Simon Say her, gon' check his mama
Take them bands, we'll get your little brother and your partner
In the club, we the shit
Ask your girl, she sucked my dick
Flexing like a bitch, I don't do no guest list
Damn these molly's got me rolling like a bitch
Turn the lights down, pour me up
Came to the club just to party and turn up
Drank till I throw up, through your fucking hood up
I just wanna see little mama drop it to the floor and shake that ass

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dorrough]
I'm balling fast pace, like a fast break
Them niggas hating just cause they in last place
Little mama drop it low and make that ass shake
Make a nigga wonder if it's real or if that ass fake
I fin' it up and throw it from the Gucci bag
Ain't scared to throw it up cause I'll recoup it back
Money making zero's, I call it stupid cash
I want a smart girl, that got a stupid ass
I throw my money high, make her get low
I like them skinny girls, but I want a thick ho
She drop it so low, one deep, so low
And hit this pit cause she do it on my dick bro

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Turn the lights down, pour me up
Came to the club just to party and turn up
Drank till I throw up, throw your fucking hood up
I just wanna see little mama drop it to the floor and shake that ass

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Shawty Lo]
411, she say she need my info
But I informed her, I'm looking for a nympho
Get low, L.O., beat her, D-Bo
Uno, dos, quatro, cinco
Yeah, I'm looking for a slight model
Bad bitch with a body like a Coke bottle
Aye, fat ass like Lola, guess a little water, guess a little soda
Turn the lights down, turn me up
I was asleep, they woke me up
But hold up, I do it for the d-boys
Waka, got the party like the white boys

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
Turn the lights down, pour me up
Came to the club just to party and turn up
Drank till I throw up, throw your fucking hood up
I just wanna see little mama drop it to the floor and shake that ass

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Southside"

"Southside"




[Hook:]
C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die
H-A-T- till I die
Sell that weed till I die
Move that crack till I die
Claim southside till I die
Till I die, till I die
I ain't gon lie, ain't gon lie (Flocka)
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Stupid stupid swag you ca call me argentina
Run up on flocka, homie got dat nina
I will burn you boi, I'm not playin boi
U kno bout me boi, built to destroy
So icey army slash navy slash marine boys
We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods, we got hella crips, we got hella kings, we got hella folks, niggas sell coke
Sum sell pillz, sum sell weed
We got what u need, and we work dem M's bitch
Dem bitches drilled em, hoes killed em
Ask about flocka all the gurls feel him
And they dig him, yes they love him
But they dirty, u can't really trust them
Niggas at yo front, niggas at yo back door,
They even at yo window, heard u got da kinfolk

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
[?]
Dick me? pipe me? naw daz unlikely
Cause jail (I ain't gon hav dat)
Parole (I ain't gon hav dat)
Da yard (I ain't gon hav dat)
Da barz (I ain't gon hav dat)
Eastside (ain't gon hav dat)
Westside (ain't gon hav dat)
Northside (ain't gon hav dat)
Southside (ain't gon hav dat)
[x2] think about watchu doin if you run up on me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Stay Hood"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Stay Hood"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook:]
I'm a stay 'hood 'til the day that I die
Yeah - 'til the day that I die
I'm a twist this weed, my nigga, let's get high
Yeah...
I said I'm a stay motherfuckin' 'hood 'til the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, that's just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don't testify
Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin' eyes

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain't gon' feel ones, nigga
Fuck you thinkin'?
Have a fuck boy Pacquiao plankin'
'Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin'
50K for a show, no poppin'
Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears
Broke niggas can't talk like this
Rolex on my main bitch wrist
Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots
Looks like I just stomped a nigga out
Get your man down, nigga, lights out
Shoot at your ass with that mouthin' about
He ain't talk no more, what's happening?
Outside your mama house, what's crackin'?
Poppin' mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin'
Them boys ain't real, stop actin' like us
In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
I'm the only motherfucker that I really trust
In a bad bitch's guts – always
Countin' money like always
Gettin' money from three-ways
I could never, ever see no rainy days

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Hollygrove in this motherfucker
I'm tired of all these big niggas
These motherfuckers like Robitussin
I'm rollin' up with my bitch, nigga
As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga
Hit that shit like an open jumper
Rest in peace Lil' Beezy
I wish my nigga could see me now
Motherfuckers better king me
I'm a walk around wearin' Jesus' crown
These niggas just pussy
I'm a let that chopper eat 'em out
Dead body in the bushes
Well that's a bush you don't beat around
Beat your ass with my skateboard
Weed loud like you make noise
I'm on them trees like Akon
My cellphone goin' napalm
Guns sound like bass drums
Young Money, drum section
Psycho... ward, nigga - 1-7, Tunechi!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Stereotype"

"Stereotype"


[Intro x2:]
I've been through so much shit
I've been through so much shit
They say I've blown up quick, yeah

[Verse 1:]
Brother dead, daddy dead, Ozzy got HIV
Lord can you please get this rage out of me
Start popping band cause this shit that I've seen
And the shit that I went through as a child
Me calling Wooh running route
Yelling when my fans go wild
Never ever let words bring me down
Broke 3 years ago, I'm rich right now
Still thinking back in the hood blowing loud
Love the way my bad bitch hold me down
Free Lil Boosie, that's my rap
Fucked me up when I heard you're on trial
I wonder if hip hop gonna stand up now
Souls of the streets, hope my fans will hold me down
You in my prayers my dog
When you get out we gon ball my dog
Trying to maintain, flood out my chain
Do my own thing, keep this shit a hundred
Police be harassing me, cause I'm thugging too hard
Ain't no controlling me I'm down with Bricksquad Monopoly

[Outro:]
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
(You gon need some reinforcements)
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
(I think I'm hearing voices)
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
They stereotyping me
(There ain't no controlling me)
Police be harassing me
Police be harassing me
Police be harassing me
But I'm a always keep it G

 

[fox69]

"Still Standing"

"Still Standing"


I don't really got aim so you better take cover waka flocka flame dis da intro mothafucker
Waka flocka Flame dis da intro mothafucker
Waka flocka Flame dis da intro mothafucker
Waka flocka Waka flocka Flame dis da intro mothafucker
I'm scared of a lot of things but I got no fear (flocka)
Fear get you killed that's why I'm still standing here
Dis ear 20 10 I ain't holding shit back I'm a bring pain to ever body like heart attack
Breathe in breathe out muthafucker I'm the lethal weapon you can call me danny glover
Flocka go hard he learned dat shit from his mother
The label doin me dirty tryin to fuck me with no rubber I ain't no sucker
Roll up now nigga blown up now nigga a bitch it's goin down
They should have never gave a young nigga money
I'm still dat same nigga drunk all his shoes bummy
I remember back den 6 doin it fo my potnas
Sellin pill and weed shawty mothafucker a salary
Ballin up words go these rap niggas foulin me
Always talk bout waka dat y his biitch wanna me
Shawty you got lucky can't believe I lost that ice ou had a 00 clip and almost lost yo life
Homei was scared to kill how the fuck the robber real
My first year rapin and I signed a major deal I'm waka flocka
You the king of the jungle I'm a play simba I'm wait fo my trun can't lose I'm a winner
Alot of niggas food I'm meet ya'll at dinner open house to any body nigga come and enter
Goin in [x3] like my last name was cater fuck a book and pad these pussy got me mad
So I called lo I need a beat I'm in the lab nigga put it in the bag bear face fuck a mask
I pistol whipped his ass remember that catch yo ass slippenin u road kill you fuckin rat
Waka flocka flame I heard he brought gangsta back were the gangstas at
Somkein kush in ever club if you bangin throw it up
Bitch we fightin in the club after that we shoot it up
I don't really got aim so you better take cover waka flocka flame dis da intro mothafucker

 

[fox69]

"Stoned"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"Stoned"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Ha! This dem Ferrari Boyz - catch up!
BURR! Catch up! Catch up!

[Gucci Mane]
She stoned, she stoned, she gone off that Patron
I gave that bitch a hundred dollars just to leave me 'lone
Tell the waitress bring mo' bottles up cause she can keep the chaser
Lil' momma switchin by my section she want me to chase her (NOPE)
Wasted on moscato, but I'm losin my patience
I'm tellin her come go with me but all her homegirls hatin (FUCK 'EM)
Like Fred Flintstone, I'm a rolling stone (STONE)
My best friend is Barney so you know I'm rollin strong (STRONG)
Shawty in the zone, dress with the thong
Every nigga in the club tryin to take her home (GUCCI)
Shawty in the zone, dress with the thong
And every player in the club tryin to take her home (Gucci)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Ay let's get stoned (stoned) I'm so stoned
Like Fred Flintstone, I got a partner named Barney
and he keep me in the zone, the whole club stoned
The whole world stoned, and tonight we 'bout to party
like we just came home; ay let's get stoned (stoned)
Like Fred Flintstone, I got a partner named Barney
and he keep me in the zone, the whole club stoned
The whole world stoned, tonight we 'bout to party like we just came home

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Put your blunts in air, hookahs in the air
Put your lighter in the air if you tryin to get stoned
Tonight I'm puttin on, I swear to God I'll survive
Bitch I am that high! Yes I am stoned
Drinkin on Obama, it's rainin white liquor
Gucci pass the dutches, I don't do no Swishers
Rock yellow stones, rock red stones
Bitch my money long, poppin pills and blowin strong
I'm a 'Stone Cold' flexer, Steve Austin (stunner)
Every concert man I'm gone (flex) stoned
In my zone hater leave me alone, be gone
Bird chains in the air - screamin as I yell

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
When you hear this song
The crowd gon' be jumpin up and down
Screamin I'm stoned! (I'm stoned!)
White Remy Martin can't drink Patron
Lost my keys I can't even make it home

[Gucci Mane]
E'rybody in here gone, all my homeboys stoned
My dogs just came home, ball like the Georgia Dome
Thinkin - it's back on, drinkin - that there Patron
It's over, I'm loaded, we toasted, we grown

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Studio"
(feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

"Studio"
(feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)



[Hook - BJ the Chicago Kid:]
I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'
So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby

[Verse - Waka Flocka Flame:]
On and off of tour, know it get stressful time and time
But don't stress about them whores you the only one that's on my mind
Just worrying about you baby
When I make it home you gon' make us go into a round 2 baby
Show that pussy no remorse
This is what it costs to be famous to buy them shoes you afford
Late night session after session, she can drive you a Porshe
It's what I sacrifice for that expensive taste you got to fill your appetite
I made our dreams come true
All them nights you stay awake I swear I make it worth it
Cause I appreciate your patience and that body so perfect
All the time I spent away I can't help but think about you baby
Facetime and the freaky things you say
When the flight land I be on my way, gone

[Hook - BJ the Chicago Kid]

 

[fox69]

"Suicide Homicide"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Suicide Homicide"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Intro]
Southside

[Waka Flocka Flame]
You decide, tuck in yo' pride
I ain't waitin, I ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove, I ain't got an education
24/7 shorty, fuck a vacation
Wak's a real nigga, why you goin to the station?
Damn D-Mars why these fuck niggaz hatin?
Can't replace, why God had to fake 'em?
Free my nigga Moe, 25 he facin
Lafayette, Grove Street, that's my nation
Hoes on point, never losin concentration
New black 'rarri got a nigga tryin race it
Fresh 'fro, gives a simple wave to the Haitians
Silver rotation got a nigga on point
Haste with the case, when the shit gon' stop?
Run up on me click click click pop
(Pop pop pop pop) Pop, many body drop
I'm the Brick Squad crop, the crowd real Waka Flock'
Man you rag, dude you go hard (what else?)
I am Brick Squad, crowd yell out SQUAD (and)
I'm livin it, hell I'm only scared of God

[Chorus]
S-suicide paint (den) suicide rims (kill 'em)
Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends (stankin)
Suicide bitches they'll kill for a nigga (ugh)
Call it suicide, run up on me fuck nigga (pussy)
Homicide purp (den) homicide vert' (kill 'em)
Homicide yo' ass and put yo' ass on a shirt (stankin)
Homicide ice, homicide life (ugh)
Homicide yo' kids and yo' motherfuckin wife (GUCCI!)

[Gucci Mane]
I'ma rich man sparkin, a rich man coughin
Dead man walkin, dead man talkin
I'm the man with the grams, get your bags, get your weight
Call me baker man, cuse I can bake a cake (it's Gucci)
Drop top 'rarri, called the headless horseman
Cooking up babies, call the shit abortions
Roamin through the 6 like a motherfukin orphan
Like Vick I killed your road dawg and put him in a coffin
When it's on again, grab a tote again, no pad or pen, I gotta win
BSM and 1017, my whole Squad be goin in
Suicide is a homicide, I smoke so much my brain is fried
(Ferrari Boyz) and Ferrari toys, pullin up lookin like the Gotti boys

[Chorus]

[Wooh Da Kid]
Doors go up, we just call it suicide
I ain't playin, I'm just prayin it's a homicide
It's 1017 that means it's time for BSM
Bread to win, that's on Pop, Joe the Boss, and Bim
Test what? Test that, test this
Your bet your real lab rat I'll let her test dick
Running with the (Cannon), I ain't talkin (Nick)
I put 7 on your chest like M dot Vick
Murder, nigga, murder, nigga
Real short fuse, I hurt a, nigga
Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da, King
I'm married to my strap and I don't need a ring

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Tax Money"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Tax Money"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Intro:]
Blood brothers
Me and Wooh jump out, you better talk motherfucker
Squad

[Hook:]
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 10 bands swipe
20 band swipe, 30 bands swipe
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 40 bands swipe
50 band swipe, 60 bands swipe

[Verse 1:]
I'm jugglin with this tax money
New car swipe, new house swipe, new ice swipe
I'm jugglin with this tax money
They think it's rap money
Bounce that ass, shake that ass, make it clap for me
Hundred bottles in the club, this the life
Fuck the price nigga, swipe nigga
White collar crimes, all I see is dollar signs
I'm getting money on my grind, bitch I'm in my prime
We might kick off, sit back and do the time
These charges don't really hold no weight
Get it in my mind, death before dishonor
Fuck this juvy get your minor
Should I gotta be from 40 parks
With 3 friends, one got 2 keys, the other got three,
The other got no keys, that's 2500
3 or 5 states and ain't it 500

[Hook: x2]
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 10 bands swipe
20 band swipe, 30 bands swipe
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 40 bands swipe
50 band swipe, 60 bands swipe

[Verse 2:]
50 bands, you can swipe it to my bank card
Lot of dead guys, bank account a graveyard
Keep money coming back like a bungee chord
Wooh da swimming through the money, fuck a lifeguard
I'm swimming through your chick, call me Michael Phelps
Whole lotta ice, gotta make them bitches melt
A lot of smoke, can't breathe, think I need some help
Swag A1, double G's on my belt
No matter the price, I just tell em swipe
Waka Flocka, Wooh da King, known to get em high
I'm just jugglin with this tax money, tell em swipe
OZ a OG in a cup of Sprite

[Hook: x2]
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 10 bands swipe
20 band swipe, 30 bands swipe
I'm jugglin with this tax money, 40 bands swipe
50 band swipe, 60 bands swipe