WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Word To The Wise lyrics

rate me

Two shots to his melon, Waka Flocka

Presidentials flooded pockets for my brothers

For that dope and that Pyrex, the youngest in the projects

Turn them into pirates, empty out your pockets

Murk you and your partners, wake everybody up and some carpet

Should’ve kept your mouth closed, shouldn’t ever start this

Soon as I’m done I’m flipping in another card trick

I’m the real shit, just call me James Harding

Don’t mind me, dog, I’m just flossing

Better keep it dizzy, proceed with caution

Fuck boy, fuck boy, y’all just some fuck boys

I’m gonna have it on me, got chance in a cup, boy

Walk everywhere and my chain never talk, boy, talk, boy

Make a nigga heart beat acapella

Stomp a nigga out in Italian leather

Street nigga then we birds of a feather

Make a girl fuck a girl just for the pleasure

I’m talking boss shit, real mob nigga

Turn your wife your money, where your life got, nigga?

L type of shit, find your body parts, nigga

You a winner, you a rapping ass nigga

Just get cash, rob your ass with no mess

Spent a day in my hood probably won’t last, nigga

Squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Word to the wise, don’t fuck with mine

Word to the wise, don’t fuck with mine

20K, nigga, every club that I walk through

Face card good every city that I walk through

One phone call have my young niggas off you

Club him 43 times, round of applause you

RIP…ain’t gotta get my hands dirty, that’s what a boss do

Told you fuck niggas this gonna cost you

I told you, fuck niggas, this gonna cost you

When you get a nigga hit I’m the one you need to talk to

Real street shit what I bought you, welcome to mi casa

Floor made of marble, 400K, good in the A, good in the Bay

I’m a drummer king…real nigga coming through, make way

Send them goons where you stay, in the bushes where they lay

Niggas know I don’t play, man down, white flag, mayday

If you feeling some kind of way I’m sending…

I don’t do no talking I just make shit happen

Drop a name in the verse bet my shooters start clapping

You ain’t eating with the squad, then fuck you, nigga

I’mma say it with pride, I’mma yell it out loud

Squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Fuck nigga, I’m yelling out squad

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Squad up, squad up, squad up

Word to the wise, don’t fuck with mine

Word to the wise, don’t fuck with mine