Waka Flocka Flame

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"That Make Me"
(feat. Chaz Gotti)

"That Make Me"
(feat. Chaz Gotti)



[Hook:]
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Squad, hold up, yeah, yeah

I ain't gotta talk about money, bitch I look like a check
Bossed up, I got my own shit, put them big diamonds on my neck
Put 2 bands on my feet, turn up, foreign cars when I drive
5 stars when I eat, and I never tell like I'm meech
Street nigga like [?] I'm a real nigga with a diamond chain
You a walking rig with a diamond chain
Shoot more bullets than a gun range
Bfm the new wu tang, kicking game like liu kang
You saving hoes like bruce wayne
I'm a rockstar like sugar cane
You run the streets like you propane
I can help the future like propane
Money insane, the membrane, throwing mary jane
Bitch with me is her chain
Nothing to me, too much jewelry
No worries, I shoot good I keep racks
And I'm fought for scary, waka flame!

[Hook:]
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Squad, hold up, yeah, yeah

I'm still the man in my city, diamonds dancing like diddy
My bitch nasty like kimmy, pockets big like biggy
Should never fuck with molly, that bitch ain't shit
Got me in the club, trippin like a bitch
Like sloppy john but I'm neat, like classy bitches that freak, I love
Cars I ride be tinted, swear I'm so authentic
Take a piss it's a gold mine, my shit 24 karats
Ain't no wings in my jet hoe, I can't wear it, no
I can't wear it no, I can't wear it no
Hunned thousand dollar car, I can't stare it
Love flexin in the club, why they starin?
Young nigga taking over, and we ain't sharing

[Hook:]
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
I got money off that, that make me the shit
Squad, hold up, yeah, yeah.
 
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"Too Loyal"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)

"Too Loyal"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW) [2X]
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er

[Gucci Mane]
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (POW)
Fuckin bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, go for the O.G.'s
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It beez Gucci Goo-Wop
In the South top Beemer that's convertible top

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm too fuckin loyal; you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high [3X]
We ballin out [3X] - I'm too fuckin loyal

[Waka Flocka Flame]
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin, from the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll switch my flow up
Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash, now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)
Higher than a motherfucker I smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper bitch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, [?] me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 [?] Mitch

[Chorus]

[Slim Dunkin]
Brick Squad young'n
Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie shit
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib
Dumped out the flag fuck, coolin with the stewardess
Hoe like OH MY GOD, look in my garage
This ain't no facade, sleepwalkin on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
Money I'ma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss nigga, put down
I'm so fuckin loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down

[Chorus]
 
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"Took Off"

"Took Off"


[Hook:]
I think he mad cus a young nigga took off
We drop them bags, you know them young niggas took off
Work hard Shawty, I ain't tryna take off
A nigga play, I'm a knock his fuckin face off
Hit the bullet, oh boy I'm going AWOL
Said the K to them childrens behind that G wall
Got 100 foot chain, hoes ain't got no payoff
When you live the street life, Shawty ain't no days off

[Verse 1:]
I got that brand new Phantom like it's me hoe
Got killers everywhere, they find you, you ain't Nemo
Bitches love my stylo, long dreaded, tatted like amigo
KD fore that thing blow, shoot you like some D roll
Push billion foreigns, I don't need you, you no keyhole
No talk like camino, ball until my knee broke
Took a fuckin repo, I got killas out in Seaport
That'll smoke you out the new pull, I'm still playin county
You can call me Brother Reno, so illegal
My bitch Spanish real, she a leo
Her daddy got them kilos (you know)
So I blood that by my own work
Ain't no frontin

[Hook:]
I think he mad cus a young nigga took off
We drop them bags, you know them young niggas took off
Work hard Shawty, I ain't tryna take off
A nigga play, I'm a knock his fuckin face off
Hit the bullet, oh boy I'm going AWOL
Said the K to them childrens behind that G wall
Got 100 foot chain, hoes ain't got no payoff
When you live the street life, Shawty ain't no days off

[Verse 2:]
I've been in these streets some nights and still ain't changed course
I ain't been the same since nigga bought that Franco
Boy you pussy Franco, finna matte black, call it Django
Live a large mob style, Tony Soprano
Ballin hoes, Jamayo, I get high like Halo
I like red jewelry, you can ask Raphaelo
Today I'm feelin too bitch, bought my money jewish
Can't stop til the Forbes list, sellin strange, I wrote this
I don't do no guest list and this shit is just like checkers
They'll find me moving records, boy I think you jealous
I just think you envy, I'm just dre he dreamy
Throwin packs, you better catch it, call me that Marino

[Hook:]
I think he mad cus a young nigga took off
We drop them bags, you know them young niggas took off
Work hard Shawty, I ain't tryna take off
A nigga play, I'm a knock his fuckin face off
Hit the bullet, oh boy I'm going AWOL
Said the K to them childrens behind that G wall
Got 100 foot chain, hoes ain't got no payoff
When you live the street life, Shawty ain't no days off
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Touchdown"
(feat. Kurt CT)

"Touchdown"
(feat. Kurt CT)



[Hook:]
On pro street, wait for it to touch down
On that pat rain and I ain't gotta touch down
Everybody here impatient, gotta touch down
Waiting on that work to drop we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
Waiting on that pack to drop, we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
On pro street, to drop that weight touch down

I'm trafficking the traffic, say what
We wrap the work up in plastic, wrap it in what?
We make that shit feel like gymnastic, make it flip
Try to cool shit don't get nasty
I'm with waka flocka we sitting here blowing on kush sticks
And I'm money hungry, I'm getting bills like bush wicks
These niggas still hatin, I'm like oh well
And these snitchin niggas 12, like the hotel
I used to be the one that was trigger happy
And now I got my shooter, right in my twitter have it
He say he tried to send some niggas at me
But I ain't gone for it
I'm on pro street, with the trigger happy

[Hook:]
On pro street, wait for it to touch down
On that pat rain and I ain't gotta touch down
Everybody here impatient, gotta touch down
Waiting on that work to drop we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
Waiting on that pack to drop, we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
On pro street, to drop that weight touch down

Man it's bout to touch down, yes I be
Hunned pack, dirty birds, buzz down, squad
Packs running back like steven Jason
Waka flocka, waka flocka,
Hit the curts, shawty, lights, camera, action
I sout bbs that's too many men you know
On the gt3 catching planes like I'm Jordan maine
Bitch I'm balling, bitch I'm balling till my time hoe
Turn my rollie, tell my [?] kiss my rang hoe
3 girls with me shawty that's cee lo
Riding fari back to back me chasing tricko
And shawty all for claiko
I'm a millionaire soon as them birds touch down, hoe

[Hook:]
On pro street, wait for it to touch down
On that pat rain and I ain't gotta touch down
Everybody here impatient, gotta touch down
Waiting on that work to drop we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
Waiting on that pack to drop, we gotta touch down
Touch down, touch down, touch down
On pro street, to drop that weight touch down.
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Trap Hop"

"Trap Hop"


[Hook 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I did this shit for
Trap Hop, Trap Hop, Trap Hop
I did this shit for
Trap Hop, Trap Hop, Trap Hop
I did this shit for
Trap Hop, Trap Hop, Trap Hop
I did this shit for
Trap Hop, Trap Hop, Trap Hop

[Verse - Waka Flocka Flame:]
I'm a take it back in the days where rappers used to give up
They get kicked off stage if their game wasn't right
Flow wasn't tight, background wasn't right
Played with it then right now be Mike... J
Good to the hood as the A
Fuck what you say
Assault rifle bars, I'm a hit em' with a K
I don't turn down, we could do it everyday
Cross that line nigga see if I play
I'm a be a soldier anytime of the day
Blunt in the ashtray
All you bloodclots vitamin K
Yell Slim Dunk on veteran's day
That's a fallen soldier
I'd eat a rapper, spit his body parts to the New York bay
Number One song's good what hoes say?
Know they envy me, my enemies give me energy
I'm in my zone, that's 2-3
I'm not the same person I used to be
Till' I D-I-E I'm going H-A-R-D
You're going to need a navy or army
I'm a juggernaut, you can't stop me
I'm the reason why yo trap hot
I changed the sound of Hip-Hop

[Hook 2 - Waka Flocka Fame:]
I did this shit for
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
I did this shit for
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
I did this shit for
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
I did this shit for
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Triple F Life (Intro)"

"Triple F Life (Intro)"


[Intro]

[Verse: Waka Flocka Flame]
See, my friends showed me so much
Good or bad, they all I had
Reminisce on the past
And the to the ones that passed... lift the glass
See my friends... DOWN
All for one, one for all... We gon swang
If you ballin', do yo thang
Tell a hater kiss your ass
Where ya'll was when we was eating dolla menus?
So close to a homeless man pickin' trash
See my friends, they was all I had
They showed me so much unconditional love... shorty real
Shit I'm mentally home alone, so I'm kickin' down does
Lying niggas on flos'
See my friend they all I had, showed me so much good or bad
You don't like how we live, nigga kiss our ass

[Hook:]
If you if you if you ballin' then put yo cup up
If you if you if you ballin' then put yo cup up
If you if you if you ballin' throw your top back
If you if you if you ballin' throw your top back

They wanna see me dead and locked up
They wanna see me dead and locked up
If you ballin' if you if you if you ballin'
Put your cup up, why they wanna see me locked up?
 
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"Triple F Life (Outro)"

"Triple F Life (Outro)"



Flocka
Yea, crazy man

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Who to believe uh, who to believe uh
I've been going through so much
Who-who to believe?

My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
Life's a bitch, I see a brother there creepin' on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me?
And I write it on me, and I write it on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me?
And I write it on me, and I write it on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me?

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
Life's a bitch, I see a brother there creepin' on me
And I write it on me, why's these labels tryna clone me?
Count my days in blessings, though every mistake made was a life learned lesson
Swear I ain't flexin'
Police pulls us over cause the color, I can play shit
Then I have style, now we singin' on tours
Me against the world so I'm voicin' my pain get
Did I forget to mention how they stole my mom the credit?
And I blew prank, gave it to another
Leffers on stock, yea we fucked up
Damn.

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

December 16, a part of me died
Part of me stayed strong but a part of me cried
Pardon me on this song while I'm spillin' my pain
Or pardon me getting weed when they mention your name
It go RIP Slim D (who?) say it
Your life over envy
A lot of snakes in the ground, Lord protect me
When I make it to the gates don't reject me
I've been going through it, don't know, don't know when it's months
So I just sip a little and the blunt burn
Everything I do, I do it for my family
And my heart too big, that family, family

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

I've been going through so much, I've been thinking 'bout so much
I don't know who to trust or who to believe uh
Got my friends, got my fans and my family
I'm a ride it to the end and no feelin' weak

My partner got murdered, friends turned to phony
Next door neighbors tryna put the people on me
I wish I could fly away
I wish I could fly away
I wish I could fly away
 
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06.07.2010
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"Turn Down For What (Remix)"
(with DJ Snake & Lil Jon)

"Turn Down For What (Remix)"
(with DJ Snake & Lil Jon)



[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame (Lil Jon)]
(Turn down for what?)
Im the turn up god
(Turn down for what?)
We the turn up squad
(Turn down for what?)
Turn up! Turn up! Turn up!

[Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame (Lil Jon)]
(Turn down for what?)
Im the turn up god
(Turn down for what?)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame (Lil Jon)]
(Turn down for what?)
All you mad girls down to fuck
I got your Angie wet, thats holy water
You can't outdrink Flocka, you dont know me, Pablo
Im a round switch laner, you a one way hater
And my shorty thick like a Sunday paper
A fool for the young thugs and they all smiling
Kush got me pulling like ice cream and soda
Throwing money, call the club a ballroom
Come on, dude, make this motherfucker a monsoon
Never went to college but I party on campus
Hit me on stage while Im setting full of antlers
Bitches in the presidential join the campaign
Ain't nothing turning down

[Hook]

[Outro: Waka Flocka Flame (Lil Jon)]
(Turn down for what?)
Im the turn up god
(Turn down for what?)
We the turn up squad
(Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
 
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06.07.2010
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"Turnt"
(feat. Wale & Rocoe Dash)

"Turnt"
(feat. Wale & Rocoe Dash)



[Hook:]
This motherfucker turnt [x8]
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker turnt
This motherfucker turnt
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt

[Verse 1:]
You talking money I got that
His new bitch my old hoe
They sending boxes don't buy clothes
Got a diamond grill can't do go
When I pop shit it's a drum roll
Extendo niggas case closed
Assist the bullet like rando
Seize the 4000 for the rollie hello
Bad bitch for every state to go
Bend down a nigga at the corner store
That cold cullin he one of those
Everywhere I go crowd follow me
Turnt up young black nigga
Flex doe' with a strap nigga
Go stud got a big lean
And my chain cost bout 40
And them bad bitches can't do nothin'
Need 8 of those, Roscoe
My rollies, smoking barmaley
Bad bitches they notice me,
Front row no note blip
Paparazzi gon' follow me
And where I go supposed to be

[Hook:]
This motherfucker turnt [x8]
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker turnt
This motherfucker turnt
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt

[Verse 2:]
DO8 with BO8, BSM here's so we ok
Don't be on BS might be off tracks
Then I DIP like I be on skates
Just be on chisha don't be on dates
Throw out racks like I throw out change
Blow our backs you might know our dames
They don't know y'all tracks they just know y'all lame
Work, let me do my thing
Couldn't tie my shoe couldn't do my strings
Nigga please you cold, blew out flame
And cool in booth blew our thang
Drizz out fuck a doe
Long get the badge on scrat the boe
Blew on so much my lungs are due
I know how could they rap like I'm number 2
Boo warrup brick squad
That was so word but I gets off
Sick boss bought big cars
Bought a whole bump
Nigga pimp hard
Don't pitch stroe it's like lambo though
Tight riss glow when it gets done
Catch your lady off while your lady flock
And I cut hoe like a tip jar

[Hook:]
This motherfucker turnt [x8]
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker turnt
This motherfucker turnt
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt

[Verse 3:]
I just went and got me a new car
Going low with my new house
Going low with my new chick
That I just hit 'em my new couch
Then flock calls like yo dawg
It's about time we put the part 2 out
I ain't even spend that ol' money
I was actually thinking about cooling out
I went straight thousand marcesia
You would think I'm BOB
I got Bombay and lemonade
I'm my VIP like I'm TIL
Fan hoes are fast gopping
This cast lock can I see ID
She saw me her nipple turnt
It appeared at all her TIT
Will that work for me? Well certainly
I make it rain she work for me
I made your pay she worship me
She say my name then she cursing me
I get no hands in this slow jam
It's like 4 benz in that fellow pic
She gotta be fucking with a real nigga
She know every time I come around she's here with me

[Hook:]
This motherfucker turnt [x8]
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker turnt
This motherfucker turnt
Throwin' racks, clap that ass [x3]
This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt
 
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"Tweekin"

"Tweekin"


[Hook: x2]
I said I'm tweekin', off the molly's
I said I'm tweekin', off the molly's
I said I'm tweekin', off the molly's
These niggas claiming that they killers, where's the body

[Verse 1:]
I'm from Clayco, big scraps and bad bitches
Foreign cars nigga, I keep foreign bitches
Blowing Backwood's, Fed's snapping pictures
Waka Flocka Flame, I'm on Gangland
Sit back youngin', I got the game plan
My youngest tweekin' off the molly's and the zan's
Big dog status now nigga
I ain't gon' get you later, I'm gonna get your ass now nigga
Me not bucking, how about that
Bitch I doubt that, I'm gon' shoot back
I keep big stacks, ass clap
Throw another rack, all I do is say

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
I came a long way from the bike, now I'm in a foreign car
I came a long way from the block, now I'm on my world star
I could buy the bar, buy you a new car
Four blunts in my cigar, that's just how a nigga roll
My boy's they outta control, disrespect you get your head bust
That's how it go, 50K for a show
Boy I got that glow, V.V.X.'s on my neck
Ruffy on that company, a nigga dropped the check
Don't disrespect, don't tell them rate that
Clay County we on top, bet these pussies hate that
Money we gon' make that, run the sack up
Yes a nigga tweekin' but my shooter's in the cut
Sizzle roll a blunt

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
Everybody real now, everybody trap
Claiming he gon' kill and he flexed up with the sack
Boy I doubt that, my young niggas take that
Your town, I'm a paint that, red money make that
Pills gotta go I bet they hate that, oooh, it's pay back
Up six million just to let you niggas know that
Dirt Gang reckless, you run up they gon' shoot back
Waka Flocka Flame in this bitch
I, change your bitch life, change your nigga life
With one verse I make that nigga a millionaire off that song, Jesus Christ
Them molly's got me tripping, twenty gold bottles in the VIP, nigga what you sipping

[Hook x2]
 
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