WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Short Fuse lyrics

rate me

Keep hustling, don’t stay down

Keep serving nigs till you wear the fucking crown

On my side of town he rose down

Shot with you 3 times and rub your ass the 4th

Pack in, so the young niggas workin

Pulled up on your block in the maybach with boss curtains

Never could be broke with a loaded pistol

Stay down in the trap till the laws get you

Ah, hey shout out to the real niggas

Hoe is showing my jewelry, fans snappin pictures

I got money I got guns and I’m bout to issue

May the lord be with you when the fuckin hollows hit you

Clayton county, clayton county

Blood on my hands, I done got my hands dirty

Niggas went to playing girls, so we went to murkin

Gun fights, porch tries

No witnesses, so they had to throw it all

To the death of me, I’ma be a living legend

Rich crest king nigga, you a fuckin peasant

Wise guy, I got mob ties

Feds follow me around, I lie a mob life

I give a order, niggas getting wet

Pull up on the set, my young niggas got that set

I supply the town nigga when I come around

Me and waka flocka, we gonn gun you down!

I was born in a cellie full of drug dealers

Started sellin dope as a young nigga

I make a hustle you ain’t never seen nigga

You just smoking reggie and I smoke og nigga

On everything I love I put you on your feet nigga

I don’t need a bitch to free band sleep with me

And everything I got, I got it out the jug miss

Do what the fuck I wanna do cause I’m a boss nigga

And every 3rd time I serve you, take you off nigga

Bricksquad monopoly, shake the dice nigga

Parking mob place, we gonn do you right nigga

Young scooter, flock flame on sight nigga!