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anything but broke - waka flocka flame lyrics

[verse 1: french montana]
hit that block like twelve bundles
now a n-gga g-5 tell number
reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred
you know a n-gga hot, b-tch, twelve summers
ghost boy, thirty-four motherf-cking show boy
yeah, on the motherf-cking road, boy
chef on the motherf-cking stove, boy, c0ke boy
started from the lockout, now buy the block out
started from a dropout
now i bring that drop out
hundred clip, small car, bad b-tch, p-rn star
get money like an athlete, f-ck you thought?

[hook (x2): waka flocka flame]
man, them f-ck boys know
ain’t no wins over here
we gon’ fight and f-cking shoot ’til our souls disappear
f-ck next year, it’s ’bout now, n-gga
disrespect coming, knock you down, n-gga
he bleed like me, scared of no n-gga
call me anything but a broke n-gga

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
tripping off a molly, wish a f-ck n-gga try me
tony got ru’s in new york, california, and raleigh
too turnt, bad b-tches all in to party
playing with they nose, yeah, they high off that bobby
sorry, you broke and i got money
flexed hard on ’em with the blood-red rari
young boss sh-t, can’t run a maserati
every day call fly spirit in an audi
free throw, and one, two hands n-gga, elijah thomas, n-gga
run that sh-t the f-ck back
i’m from where the boys get rowdy
disrespect me get your head on a bounty
no p-ssy n-gga, just real n-ggas around me
keep your head above water before a n-gga drown me
doubt me, that’s a no-no n-gga
love my boys, no h0m-, n-gga
pulled up, no mask, dolo no n-gga
bank account with me never solo, n-gga
led a couple shots, now he holding his, n-gga
waka flocka flame show rapping more realer
run down grove feeling like godzilla
808 blunts, inhaling that k!ller
you tripping
can’t stand up on xans
cooking dope with no frying pans
yeah, it taste good, no auntie anne’s
you see that flag hanging out my pants

[hook]

[verse 3: frenchie]
flocka, that blunt, n-gga, you need to p-ss it
bsm forever macking
throw it up, n-gga, what’s cracking?
what’s happening?
i’m walking inside of that club and i’m getting that strapping
speed action
so if i said that i’m gon’ no need for you asking
bsm all about a check
you might hate us but you gon’ show respect
n-gga wanna act like hoes
i’ma show you how that p-ssy get wet
you ain’t ’bout that life
but you stay talking like you think you is
i got all this ice
it’s a frozen day when i throw my wrists
n-ggas f-cking your chick
it’s more sell than it gets
fight me over some money
n-gga, don’t shoot me over no b-tch
frenchie all on his sh-t
you iced up, you a l!ck
bands will make her dance
but this forty’ll make you strip
yeah

[hook]

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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