Bloodin’ Crippin’ Waka Flocka Flame

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THAT NIGGA, LEX LUGER!

[Hook] (2x)
Is you blooding, is you cripping?
Is you thugging or you bitching? (Is you bitching!?)
I need to know, nigga, cause I ain't got time for slouches
In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks
Everybody trained to go, bitch you like [?]

[Verse]
The way I fuck these hoes... (Flocka!)
It should be illegal
Riding in a regal on some skinny ass tires
T-Town Cutlass sitting on Crips
Navy blue painted for my Metsville Crips
Yellow bird, red bird, green bird, blinding
Bright ass diamonds, traffic lights shining
12 months grinding, hip-hop rhyming
Crack, dope selling, and these fuck niggas telling
2, 3 punches, now his right eye swelling
Whole crowd yelling, purp, I'm selling
Looking in the mirror and I see a real young nigga
Waka Flocka Flame, y'all can call me little Gucci, nigga

[Hook] (2x)
Is you blooding, is you cripping?
Is you thugging or you bitching? (Is you bitching!?)
I need to know, nigga, cause I ain't got time for slouches
In the house of ounces, in the house of sacks
Everybody trained to go, bitch you like [?]