WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Tim Westwood lyrics

rate me

Going on for molly wish a nigger try me

Two bad bitches call on rooster in my Rari

My young boy shooting on karate

Fake nigger not me in the hood find me

Catch me with the rap slap trap nigger

I’ve been places where you can’t find a rap nigger

I can rap nigger but still get paid off rap nigger

Adrian Bruno with down hands I make you tap nigger

Ay ay eating over cross the globe with the japs nigger

I said fuck shit, yeah I’m on that fuck shit

Get your head crack for that wide chain and bracelet

Fuck shit, yeah I’m on that fuck shit

Get your head crack for that wide chain and bracelet

Yeah my Jerry fell apart like on Acewood

I crossed over but nigger I’m still down hood

Still top on my Rosehood

That ain’t no Rolls Royce if you ain’t got a steel hood

I’m with Westwood in London nigger

I just rock XOYO nigger

Waka Flocka in this bitch

My girl look booji she a hurt bitch

This Rollie cost about 70

I’m drunk hell

I smoke cush some days of the week

I rock shows some days of the week

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I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

I ain’t worried about nothing

Same niggers I came on now nigger they hating on me

But I ain’t worried bout shit I drive the bag and make y’all go home homey

I had a smoke cool named red cool

When I put out they dry the bag and it’s gone nigger

I dry the bag on’em hear that motherfucker?

I dry the bag on’em

I said I drive ten Benz

Nigger you are gone

If I drive five nigger you are gone

If I drive 15 nigger you are gone

If I drive 20 000 nigger you are gone

I ain’t worried bout nothing nigger I got that money

I ain’t worried bout nothing nigger I got this money

Waka Flocka

Say stop now man we ain’t worried about nothing right now man

I ain’t worried bout nothing nigger

So look I hear shower rap was the murder cap in the states

So I hit that bitch with no security in the States

I settle the blunts with the Kus with the Gs

And avoid slurps, I don’t give a damn about shit nigger

I’m grounded by the law

Shit I won’t be

I do it by myself nigger

I don’t need to be tended

They say freestyle but my style ain’t free

So when I freestyle nigger

You should know it ain’t me

I’m with Tim Westwood

Used to hang in the hood till the crack admit

I admit made no sense

But it’s really how I watch nigger made no sense nigger

I say that bitch to plug a masterpiece

Then check out me

I came for the backseat now I’m riding in the Fathom

I got a Bentley shit my girl says she want the Benz truck

I had 40 hustles they hop on that Benz truck

Paparazzi keep flashing cameras

Stuck man kid no cameras rolling

I’m a key this got down roll

Waka Flocka we in this joint man