Waka Flocka

Waka Flocka - Fuck These Niggas lyrics

rate me

Chick too big for the skinny jeans

She suck dick better when she out the Benz

Breast for Monopoly my whole team

...drop the green!

Chorus:

Oh! Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

(Hey man, what you're talking about, man?

Fuck off, man!)

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

Shout them, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

First on, fuck you and the click you claim!

DGBSU we are quick debate

Niggas claiming they met some gangstas,

But they talk their aim

Walking... the bar, you might lose your life

Get the whole night, bitch, I'll snatch the strikes

And it's busy to the death for me, get the light!

Bitches.. got a big ego...

I ain't fucking with these haters,

These haters can't feel my shoes

More dose in my hood, till your city got schools

Oh, cut these fuckers like a game of spades!

Wild pack? Afraid of game, nigga, color is red

I'll be fucking with these killers,

That's throwing the letter B

Check your ass, add some checkers, you're disrespecting the B

Yeah! I got a goon... I call them blood...

They eat the B's by the pound, better calm down!

Chorus:

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

(Hey man, what you're talking about, man?

Fuck off, man!)

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

Shout them, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

Nigga, fuck you on...

You're broke and got no hustle

You're weak and got no muscle

I met you, you know it's troubles

So bubble all on my Nikes

It's fuck you if you don't like me

I'm powered, you know by...

Fuck your bitch.. his wify

Twenty thousand on my head,

you gonna need you some more money

Twenty thousand on my bed, and all of it is hoe money

I'll be on this niggas head, I'll be getting this show money

They ain't getting to their bread, why they...?

Fuck these niggas and all this shit they're popping

I count up all this cash, the broke niggas in there, watching

It's.... nigga, we're deep

Cold in here with that heat

Don't make me pull upon you

And beat the ass that you lick

The hell with all the fuck niggas

Mad here cause we talk, nigga

RIP is gone, nigga

In the squad we trust, nigga!

Interfere, no rush, nigga

Try the ones I buzz, nigga

We feed the.. that's a hundred...

What else can I say, good luck, nigga!

Squaaad!

Chorus:

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now, niggas

Fuck these niggas

That what I'm yelling now

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

(Hey man, what you're talking about, man?

Fuck off, man!)

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

Shout them, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas!

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