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one eyed shooters - waka flocka flame lyrics

she gon’ sell her soul just to live another life
i’mma f-ck her friend too on another night
flew that b-tch out
her friend on another flight
i been k!lling b-tches d-ck all in they overbite
used to love a ratchet b-tch i got another type
money make a n-gg- shine i can play the light
first time i seen fuzzy fell in love with ice
swear i’m balling like a b-tch mother f-ck a price
b-tches still sucking d-ck for that benny rice
been k!lling sh-t now they know the kid nice
money over b-tches like a n-gg- suge knight
strong hoe the money like a n-gg- suge knight

keep a thirty clip
motherf-ck yo petty plottin’
i got one eyed shooters you can say they fetty wapy
n-gg-s mad but i’m lit and yo b-tch watchin’
whoa kemosabe n-gg- you just baller blockin’
me and waka been the sh-t
ain’t no other option
tails on your main b-tch i need that sloppy toppy
me and sizzle been the sh-t
ain’t no other option
tell you call your main b-tch i need that sloppy toppy

i’mma pull up on you n-gg-s i’mma flex up on these hoes
if a n-gg- disrespect me i’mma wipe that bambino
if it’s really like that, p-ssy meet me at my show
i’mma shoot at all them n-gg-s, laugh about it pour a four
chaz gotti my lil bro
i’mma boss no hugo
you tuck your chain where you go
whatchu bang the hood fo’
this is bossman flocka used to rob ’em for they dough
hunned round clip i don’t need no f-cking scope

call ap phone now my neck is rocky
gotta trap out in durham gotta trap in raleigh
something like farrahkan with all these bloods around me
i’m something like farrahkan with all these bloods around me
such a rich freak agent ain’t no need to sign me
i just bought a new coupe it came with a tommy
choppa hit yo leg and arm whoa kemosabe
choppa hit yo head and chest whoa kemosabe
i been gettin’ to a check countin’ up a dolly
swear i’m going to the top just me and the molly
sh-t i’m flyer than a plane i shouldve been a pilot
b-tch i’m steady makin’ movies y’all can make a pilot
gotta bad b-tch that strip and she love dancing
she a sucker for that cash and that nose candy
gotta bunch of young shooters sizzle bin laden
gotta bunch of young shooters sizzle bin laden
i just scored another touch down aw man
i got shooters off in clicko and they red raggin’
if you cross me for the pesos we gon’ price tag him
raw your main b-tch, fill her up i’m such a savage

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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