
Fuck Nigga Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Drecco & Lil Troup)
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[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
I said...
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
I said...
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Heard you were snitchin'
I can't fuck wit'cha
Just bought a FN for a fuck nigga
I just bought that new (???) for you fuck niggas
I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her
You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks(?) and fish scale
I don't fuck with rappers
I don't want no features
I don't do no swap-outs
You ain't living what you rap 'bout
Red Gang with me, so you know them racks out
And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce to blow your brains out
I said
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
I said...
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
You a fuck nigga
You a-You a fuck nigga
I said...
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Heard you were snitchin'
I can't fuck wit'cha
Just bought a FN for a fuck nigga
I just bought that new (???) for you fuck niggas
I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her
You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks(?) and fish scale
I don't fuck with rappers
I don't want no features
I don't do no swap-outs
You ain't living what you rap 'bout
Red Gang with me, so you know them racks out
And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce to blow your brains out
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