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frank muller - waka flocka flame lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
bad b*tches plus a hundred bottles smash in the gas break the throttle yea
stay wit the shooters and the shottas yea
money bring the b*tches and the problems yea
swerve through the a n*gga dollo
even tho the maybach is a 4 door
you was raised by a rat donatello
still moving midgets on the l o
spent a whole hundred k with my jeweler watch so sick man it came with a shooter
these n*ggas p*ssy man they cats like pumas
yea i’m in the streets give a d*mn about a rumor
knots so big that it look like tumors
fm my watch an i fn my shooters i run with nightmares i’m elming like kruger i’m straight off the porch and you n*ggas late bloomers

[chorus]
i bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
i just bought myself a rollie it came with a shooter
double park the double r hop out look like a jeweler
i bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers
i bought all my b*tches bottles it came wit a hookah
i just bought myself a rollie it came with a shooter
double park the double r hop out look like a jeweler
i bought all my f*cking shooters iced out franky mullers

[verse 2]
still goin hard in the hundred plays slave master whip turn your b*tch to a run away
maybach lit pull up on you with the gunplay
praying on my downfall yea right one day
kilt ya b*tch friend flew em in on a one way
if she with the sh*t imma buy that hoe a hyundai
k!lling these n*ggas oh lord like sunday
still at the top like a n*gga name monday all black rari n*gga same color wooda
bust down franky and it came with a cooler
fyj n*gga f*ck your jeweler 3 point shooter like a n*gga was a hooper
she can work her head man she should have been a tutor
clip on the stick and it look like a ruler
go hard for the bread i die bout that mula
f*ck what he said boy you know i been a shooter
love all my n*ggas i told them let’s get it
i will not fall off till everybody has a ticket
you n*ggas ain’t sh*t and you b*tches is nothing
not talking no money than f*ck your discussion make something from nothing i’m still in the trenches my n*gga i’m blanking

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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