WAKA FLOCKA FLAME

WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Can't Do Golds lyrics

rate me

Quarter million dollar cash in my guest room

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Count a cool 2 mill without breaking sweats

Hit some more ain’t fucking flexin, waynebo rolex

Bricksquad monopoly, hey that’s the company

Run that shit the fuck back a track

These niggas playing man we cop it

Sour top dog, we in this bitch man

[Hook]

I’m rocking rollies, I’m talking 3 of those

Bad bitches, I got plenty of those

Diamond grill, I came through the ghost

I’m riding 6’s, I can do the 4’s

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Thumbing through them bands, I be playing with the checks

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set, squad!

Quarter million dollar cash in my guest room

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Count a cool 2 mill without breaking sweats

Hit some more ain’t fucking flexin, waynebo rolex

Jiggin through this work, I don’t have to benchpress

When they kinda worry, my dogs always love to flex

Cause he be a stone cold killa with the pistol

Run up in my ...how’s your mama gonna miss you

Stay about my grizzle, thumbing through a check

Stay a real nigga, I’ma put it on my set

Fell in love with fashion, since Gucci Corvette

Nigga disrespect me, I just leave his ass wet

[Hook]

I’m rocking rollies, I’m talking 3 of those

Bad bitches, I got plenty of those

Diamond grill, I came through the ghost

I’m riding 6’s, I can do the 4’s

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Thumbing through them bands, I be playing with the checks

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set, squad!

He ain’t never been scared, threw a hunned on his head

Cash, bad, bad, stay real...

If I catch you slippin with my gun, black mask

I’m always fuckin hanging with no hobbies

Thumbing through the bands, I be doing that

You know I’m real nigga bitch break your fucking back

You a pussy nigga, you don’t want no get back

I got war, girls back, had to live with that

Same situation get it how you live bitch

Worth a couple comments, you ain’t even average

I’m flexin with d7,

Free my nigga boosie, I’m a fuckin savage

[Hook]

I’m rocking rollies, I’m talking 3 of those

Bad bitches, I got plenty of those

Diamond grill, I came through the ghost

I’m riding 6’s, I can do the 4’s

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set

Thumbing through them bands, I be playing with the checks

Keep it real till I die, put it on my set, squad!

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