WAKA FLOCKA FLAME

WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Gun Sound

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RING ALARM! Those boys in the town

LIKE JOC, lay that *pussy nigga* down

I do not talk, I do not laugh, I just frown

From the eagle to the chopper, love that gun sound

Waka Flocka Ice or just murderman WEEZAY!

Run up on Gucci, you might loose your life

I'll do 7, you are in Heaven, I will not think twice

Murderman Flocka, I keep a heavy chopper

I'm down with so icalicious I'm a real top shot coller

Light skin rasta, move like the mobsters

Rob your booty for ganja, so give it up partner

I hang with da killers, we go ape like gorillaz

Yes I am going to rob you and then we might kill you

Always missing breakfast, eating some cereal

FLOCKA! WAKA WATA FLAME!

We are street thugging what the fudge is corporate thugging?

Homey dog g bojangles better stop all of that mean mugging

I say 2 words, shortys pussy

Love to shit, love to puss

I will talk to a african before I put them in the dirt

Tell them what he did and why the fudge is he getting murked

50 rounds strapped make your life line flat

45 a african real quick call that Amtrak

I'll part a african quick I'll leave his booty stinking

murderman flocka what the fudge are these africans thinking

point blank range, do that poop without blinking

I'm thinking to myself why

the fudge are these africans hating

RING ALARM! Them boys in town

LIKE DICK, lay that vagina african down

I do not talk, I do not laugh, I just frown

From the eagle to the chopper, love that gun sound

Thanks to desire for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Antonio Luis Greer reppin Malibu in da house!!!!!! for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Mjb68 for correcting these lyrics

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