Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame – Big Homie Flocka Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gang bang nigga, you can’t hang nigga
You a strange nigga, we on painkillers
Hate lying nigga, worth 8 figures
Tell the feds come and get me
Fuck the P’s, middle fingers
In my hood we clutching bangers
My young [?] switch the [?]
This is hiphop lil nigga, better grip a Glock nigga
You know how we rocking nigga, pull up with no rockets nigga
My lil shooter James Harden, he got aim, he got range
With that [?] he go Waka Flocka Flame yuh yuh yuh
Cross the line, we gon bust yo fucking brain yuh yuh
You a crip? You a blood? nigga what the fuck you plannin?
If a rapper drop my name, pop his chain, that’s on

[Hook]
Big Homie Flocka (×16)

[Verse 2]
My lil hoe on the powder, ‘fore we fuck, bitch take a shower
Got the money and the power, get my dick smokin [?]
Heard a baby daddy sour, heard them [???]
Fuck a foreign in that Chevy in the motherfucking mountain
If I say then I’m bout it, if I point then he [?]
Bitch you know a nigga vegan
Bitch you know I don’t do beans
Bitch you know we don’t do sit-downs
Bitch you know there ain’t no peace
Put the plastic on the walls, [?] grab a fucking [?]
Gangster from my head to feet, if they [???] then I’m [?]
Pockets full, yours on [?], don’t do freeze downs, ain’t shit free
You a rap nigga to me, only Trap niggas with me
Try the feature for a key, get that shit in the streets

[Hook]
Big Homie Flocka (×16)

Waka Flocka Flame – What U Movin Lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Nigga plug off a white gold
I’m in Texas looking for the Act
They like “Waka Flocka Flame back”
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain’t selling huge shit, if you ain’t gang bangin
Your name ain’t ringing if you ain’t shooting
Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what u movin? (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Off a brick (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Holy motherfucking brick

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Jimmy Rocket]
Old niggas out here living off them old war stories
Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket go shoot up the place
Okay yeah, yall niggas talk about making it spread
Now kick out the [?] like it played in the [?]
Now drip on this dick, the size of a cane
When i let the bitch go, I gon [??]
You sending shots that were never regained
Like Minecraft, we gon take over your land
You don’t think she got ace in her [?]
[????]
I’m with the [?] hoes like a [?]
I’m on Roosevelt, chilling with Theodore
We got big guns, you have the [?]
You need 2k, don’t fuck with EA Sports
Multiple rappers remind me of [?]
I was tryna hit a nigga, I ain’t even go to school
Y’all niggas shit, hit a [??]
[???] hopping out the Benz like an Uber pool
Jim yeah

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Nigga plug off a white gold
I’m in Texas looking for the Act
They like “Waka Flocka Flame back”
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain’t selling huge shit, if you ain’t gang bangin
Your name ain’t ringing if you ain’t shooting
Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what u movin?

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
To the money nigga, what you doin? what you movin?
Extendos, extendos, we doubling [?], we hop out the rental, [???]
I do not talk, my jewellery too loud
You know that lame shit is not allowed
I’m in your hood, you not around

Rob Markman – Benz 4 My Bday

[Intro]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday

[Verse 1]
Her ex-man had the blue 6, think he used to move bricks
Now he gone, he ain’t never coming home
And I’m tryna take his old chick, make her to my new bitch
Sick and tired of this used whip, try and get some new shit
Driving ’round, bumping "How It’s Goin’ Down"
Cruisin’ slow like X in the shit he shot on two-fifth
I know it sound fucked up, but I don’t even feel bad
I’m getting money and my day’s a lil’ sunny
And I’m getting everything, everything they said I couldn’t have
My drive, yeah, it’s something else
Try to ride around in something else
CLS got me stressed, I’m obsessed ’til I’m blessed
Goddamn it, I can’t ride around in nothin’ else

[Chorus]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this

[Verse 2]
Everything possible ‘less you up in the hospital
Two hands, two feet, heartbeat, how you not gon’ eat? Motherfucker, what’s stoppin’ you?
We don’t make no excuses, we just grind ’til we get it
If you don’t understand it, goddamn it
Never mind it, forget it
I’ve been working all year long
These haters working on my fuckin’ nerves
This is it, stack the grip, cop the whip, then I dip like skrrt
I’ma pull up on your fuckin’ curb
I ain’t never had the 6, I’m just tryna cop the 550
S Coupe, Yankee blue, brand new
And now I’m feelin’ like it’s my city

[Chorus]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this

[Verse 3]
I want my name on it, boy, I want my name on it
So I’ma go stupid, Marlon Wayans on this
Hundred on the dash, swerve in the third lane on this
Give ’em all the drugs, that Big Daddy Kane on this
Word to Billy Danze, I just need a lil’ fame on this
Give ’em all the gas, Waka Flocka Flame on it
I’m at they neck, need a Roc-A-Fella chain on it
A$AP Rocky, I just went Clubber Lang on it