Lick a Shot Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Wooh da Kid)
"Lick a Shot" by Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Wooh da Kid) is a #HipHop track from 2010. The song features themes of partying, bravado, and street life, emphasizing confidence and resilience. Its energetic beats and catchy hooks create a lively atmosphere. The track contributed to the Southern hip-hop scene's popularity and Waka's rise in the genre.
[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
[Verse 1: Wooh da Kid]
It's a foul odor coming from the back porch
Not the Ghost Rider, but I left his ass torched
Left him burnt in the back with his Glock on him
Caught him slipping 'cause you know I had to drop on him
From his little chick daddy call his main squeeze
She ain't praying to the Lord when she's on her knees
Top shottas don't fuck with no rude boys
No, I ain't Santa Claus, but I got lots of toys
He was in the back, blowing on ganja
He fucked up 'cause he have marijuana
This was a old beef, I guess he thought the beef was dead
"And we don't know who did it" is what the paper said
[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
[Verse 1: Wooh da Kid]
It's a foul odor coming from the back porch
Not the Ghost Rider, but I left his ass torched
Left him burnt in the back with his Glock on him
Caught him slipping 'cause you know I had to drop on him
From his little chick daddy call his main squeeze
She ain't praying to the Lord when she's on her knees
Top shottas don't fuck with no rude boys
No, I ain't Santa Claus, but I got lots of toys
He was in the back, blowing on ganja
He fucked up 'cause he have marijuana
This was a old beef, I guess he thought the beef was dead
"And we don't know who did it" is what the paper said
[Chorus: Wooh da Kid]
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
Stay low to the floor when I'm in the spot
Everybody on the floor, I'ma lick a shot
If you wanna jack, I'ma give you what I got
Midget jumping out my bag, it's a hundred shot
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