Stupid Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Play Boy Nick, Slicmook & Wooh da Kid)
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[Chorus: Play Boy Nick]
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Trapping since yay-high, yes, Flocka stay fly
Waka Flocka Flame stay rolling off the beans
Off-yellow dope, call that shit off-base
12 kicked my door, that's another fucking case
Erase your whole face if you think 'bout robbing me
Long, black dreads like my name was Bob Marley
So many tats, you would think I ride a Harley
Big Glock 40 if he try to harm me
Don't need my big gun 'cause that ain't no army
So many stacks, why the fuck you think it's storming?
So Icey wet show, boy, let your check go
Southside Riverdale, folk, where I lay my head, folk
Flocka!
[Chorus: Play Boy Nick]
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Trapping since yay-high, yes, Flocka stay fly
Waka Flocka Flame stay rolling off the beans
Off-yellow dope, call that shit off-base
12 kicked my door, that's another fucking case
Erase your whole face if you think 'bout robbing me
Long, black dreads like my name was Bob Marley
So many tats, you would think I ride a Harley
Big Glock 40 if he try to harm me
Don't need my big gun 'cause that ain't no army
So many stacks, why the fuck you think it's storming?
So Icey wet show, boy, let your check go
Southside Riverdale, folk, where I lay my head, folk
Flocka!
[Chorus: Play Boy Nick]
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires
Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires
Bricks on the block, pills on the corner
Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!)
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