WAKA FLOCKA FLAME

WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - What’s Poppin lyrics

rate me

Flocka!

I’m higher than a motherfucker, over my limit!

Through the right brick, I own that John, top the exit

Hooked up in the ... park, valet

Ladies on my eyes screaming ...

I’m deeper than a motherfucker, nigga don’t touch me!

I came to party, who wanna get some money?

All I know is “let’s go,” all nigga ball

Someone will afford, you should do it for a weekend

Baby, what you’re drinking, why all brown?

Everything I need, baby girl, it’s my town

Hook:

Where the weed at? Baby, roll it up?

We gonna drink this alcohol till we’re throwing up.

The security (what?) don’t touch me!

But if you do, tell the... to have mercy!

Hands on deck (flex), baby, drop me (Flocka)

Youngers on my right and left, they gonna pop it

Bottles popping, let’s pop it

Pussy popping, baby girl, drop it!

My weed is the best, best, if you’re high, I’m higher!

But my youngling with his... if he fires, then he’s hired.

From the distance I get hated (what?)

From close I’m admired

That’s a bad bitch, but I don’t know what goes up inside her.

Popping bottles, popping bandz

Bitch, we got it popping!

Push the music, push the twerk (twerk)

Bitch, we got some options!

I’ve been doing hell detective, put some diamonds in the...

All my homies stack a million dollars before we get to spend it!

Damn! Fuck a major label, deal, I’m rolling independent (racks)

Look at all my homies, it’s potential, call the defendence

Where the weed at, weed at

If we roll it up, roll it up

Knocked up down on that ass, where they hold it up

Hook:

Where the weed at? (Roll up!)

Baby, roll it up?

We gonna drink this alcohol till we’re throwing up.

The security (what?) don’t touch me

But if you do, tell the... have mercy!

Hands on deck (flex), baby, drop me (Flocka)

Youngers on my right and left, they gonna pop it

Bottles popping, let’s pop it

Pussy popping, baby girl, drop it!

All my niggas buzz in here,

and we’re bottle popping, walking through the club

Bad ass and she pussy popping, fucked up of new drugs (turn up)

Baby, where’s the buzz? (turn up!)

Roll it up, security touch me, I’m doing slugs

I give it up, roll up the chopper and spray the drum,

Divide them up!

Whaka, give me the word, I line them up

TSM perish the ... so let us in!

So much bread is the sin!

MDE, tell a friend, is ESP to the end!

It’s chopper .. to the floor,

But it’s plenty more for you all

My money younger than yours,

Like it’s way better than yours

This shit has becoming a ball

Grab a bitch of the toe

Fuck her good and I exit,

That bitch won’t see me no more.

Hook:

Where the weed at? (Roll up!)

Baby, roll it up?

We gonna drink this alcohol till we’re throwing up.

The security (what?) don’t touch me

But if you do, tell the... have mercy!

Hands on deck (flex), baby, drop me (Flocka)

Youngers on my right and left, they gonna pop it

Bottles popping, let’s pop it

Pussy popping, baby girl, drop it!

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