day wit da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow) See Gucci, thats my mothafuckin nigga I hang in the Dale wit dem hit squad killers Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass
There's a still in the street outside your window Your keeping secrets on your pillow Let me inside, no cause for alarm I promise tonight not do no harm
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money
My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright I only have eyes for
me deeper underground I know it's way too late When this dance has begun So put on the heat And let the fire run Take me away, my black flame Immaculate
Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life. There in the distance, loosing its greatest pride. Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred. Why? Where
mine eternally And marie's the name of his latest flame And marie's the name of his latest flame And marie's the name of his latest flame
My old flame I can't even think of his name But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my old flame My old flame My new lovers
What a mess in the space You set your hair on fire again In the rustiness of your age Another rider up in flames Move in on you In a most sick century
I can't keep up with this too much longer. [Waka Flocka] Pow [x8] Shoot first, ask questions last. Thats how these so called gangsta's last. Waka Flocka Flame
I see this nigga reppin Right side hangin Flamed up bangin what set yo ass claimimg 8x G - Check I ranned up on this nigga Who yo bgi homie asked him
a hundred thousend dollas in these dickes, the number 1 one song in the world fuckin wit me, ima smoke 3 thousend bells of loud this year, WAKA FLOCKA FLAME
Im just thugging in the club with my squad , Bitch we deep If a nigga jump stupid
u disrespest u loose ya life I bang for life I bang 4life u disrespest u loose ya life Rap beef fuck with us shawty you gone loose ya life (Chorus) Waka Flocka flame
Chorus: Live by the gun, Imma die by the gun (x3) A n!gga shoot at me, so u know im shootin back! Live by the gun, Imma die by the gun (x3) A n!gga shoot
they say flocka trippin shawty on dat other shit i keep the croud jumpin like a criss cross bitch i aint gonna cross over that A rap nigga move over they
[chrous] All my nigga TTG they trained to go shawty kick a door shawty lay out on da floor shawty Trained to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread