WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Fist Pump lyrics

rate me

Ah, ah, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink

Fist, drink, fist, drink, fist, drink, fist

[Chorus]

You know where we at now (at now)

Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)

I don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump

Baby turn around for me, bounce

Set that down now break it down for me, down for me

Let’s hit the bar go a couple rounds with me

Grab my hand let me take you to vip, to vip

See my life is like a movie

Action, what the fuck is you thinking?

Better yet, what the fuck is you drinking?

Better yet, what the fuck is you smoking?

What’s happening, what’s up

If you feel like, you fucked, now put your cup up

[Waka]

I’m in the club, popping bottles got your girl drugged

Ass fatter, this deserve a fist pump

If you that … if you that drunk

Arms in the air, start and do the fist pump

[Chorus]

You know where we at now (at now)

Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)

I don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump

[B.o.B.]

We fucking up the club when we fist pump

Whole party looking at us crazy cause we this drunk

My body showing symptoms of liquor in my system

Her booty working hard like it’s trying to earn the pension

Now listen, I’m shit faced, I’m trashed

Y’all don’t really wanna see me no more

Can’t say we gang hot, but I’m like a bang shot

Fuck around and get your ego broke

Last time I was this fucked up

I swear it was a year ago

From standing up and we leave the club

I’ma call that a miracle

Cause damn, I’m gone, twist up, mixed up, twist up

And her booty too big for the seats of my coupe

I might have to put that ass in the pick up, truck

Damn, I’m gone, mixed up, twist up, mixed up

And we fin to leave here with so many bad bitches

We gonna have to take them home in a pick up truck

[Chorus]

You know where we at now (at now)

Drinking bottles till we pass out (pass out)

I don’t even know how to act now (act now)

Now put your fist in the air, fist, fist in the air

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, fist pump, fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump, fist pump

Now fist pump, now fist pump.