WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Google Me lyrics

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OHH YEAHH!

Google me google me

It's gon tell you I'm a real nigga

Google me google me

I ain't never been scared nigga

Google me google me

I have been shot in jail nigga

Google me google me

I'm a always keep a tool on me

I'm fresher than a babys ass

Tryna get that baby cash

2 deep in the coop just me and chazz

All I see think and dream about is cash

Never ever had cash wat I rap for is cash

Let's get money nigga signed to so icey no swagg

Flocka bout his cash jim carey chain on my charm green as the mask

10 17 you can call dat shit brick squad 4 90 37 you can call dat shit hit squad

Slow down I'm goin outa breath flocka goin hard thinkin smart makin new friends keep my

Hands in I'm about a dollar and I got no fuckin sense I need a big ass house with a white

Picket fense

(so flocka)

Google me tell me wat you find cocaine dealers stay cookin all da time

Whippin four ways babys and nine murderistic minds keep a 40 by my side

Cartel be a real mexican goonie trap doin crazy numbers(?)pussy talkin shit but now

He sayin nothin pull up to the red light mgm dumpin 2 always zoomin dats part of my

Wardrobe scared of killin niggas then wat you got a strap for if you ain't gettin money

Then what you live for six figure playmate on my fucking cellie phone

Google me nigga pull up my resume it's gon tell you I do gangsta shit everyday

I swear to tell the whole truth and nothin but the truth so I gotta keep it 100 wen I'm in the

Booth and wen I'm in the streets even in my sleep I can go anywhere bet they'll remember

Me into the red scott you better do yo homework I had my own pistol I had my own purp

I never been a bitch I never turned snitch so if you disrespect me that'll get you burned

Quick I hate bitch niggas I hang with real guys cause I'm a real nigga you better realize

Google me mother fucker k-I-n-t-e-o waka flocka so icey mafia may cut throat

Ball heads tatted up mexicans from da a box chevorlet 28 amigo gettin paid

Google me see me black rag and pistol love dis gangsta shit gutta life is what I live fo'

Type of nigga that'll blow no blow type of nigga that'll snatch yo hoe south atlanta

Murder street in the hood you'll find me forest park riverdale tool on deck google me

Need work need pills friends yeah just google me make money live fast drug fights and

Gang life might sell yo grave yeah and kick yo door da same night

Thanks to Lil C-Town Tha Nap for correcting these lyrics