Waka Flocka Flame Heavyweight

All my bitches bad

You know Shawty straight

She ain’t got no worries, she know Flocka got that cake

I’m a heavyweight, you a light weight

Different tax bracket

[?]

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

Berkin bag, got a Berkin swag

Got a Louie bag, got a Louie swag

Gucci bag got a Gucci bag

Bad bitch type, yea that’s right

She know she ain’t got no worries, she know her man keep her iced

Only date the baller type, every night splurging

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

Berkin bag, got a Berkin swag

Got a Louie bag, got a Louie swag

Gucci bag got a Gucci bag

Bad bitch type, yea that’s right

She know she ain’t got no worries, she know her man keep her iced

Only date the baller type, every night splurging

Ballin, man I can’t date her if she ain’t high class

Fat ass, slim waist, long hair, red bottoms

Got every pair, fuck the price

Fuck the price, fuck the price

Fuck the price, fuck the price

Fuck the price, fuck the price

Fuck that pussy right, love it when that pussy tight

Fuck that pussy right, love it when that pussy tight

She a bad bitch, she know I’ma keep her straight

She know Flocka got that cake, she know I’m a heavyweight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

Say she wanna be a star, so we made a sex tape

She kissin girls, go both ways

Say she from West L.A

Party hard, pop mollies, scars on her body

I be breaking bitches, pockets spendin’

[?] she want me

You want this bad bitch standing next to me, it’s gonna cost a fee

Hook her to the dick like she sniffed a key

I be pimpin nigga

Blue Forgiatos like my rim be [?] nigga

Bet yo main bitch fuck for a Flocka picture

You could be 35, girl I’d still hit you

Treat a cougar like a college girl, motion picture

This one for them bad bitches that want a real nigga

All my bitches bad, all my hoes straight…

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

All my bitches bad Shawty, all my hoes straight

She know Flocka got that money, she know I’m a heavyweight

A message to the ladies, it’s real simple

Go fuck with them other niggas if you want stress or problems

But if you want the finer things in life

You gotta come fuck with some real niggas

Waka Flocka Flame Cook Jug

I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes

Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground

Ball five, part mix and ten stones

I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Ball, ball, ball, ball,

I be turnt up the worst way catch me in the trap

Riding one deep solo with that pistol in my lap

On I-75 that’s the bottom of the map

I’m from Clayton County Riverdale where niggas love to trap

Man them youngins off the molly shootin’ at the police

I’mma pour this fucking liquor for the dead homies

Man I blow, how you know this shit is bugging that’s a fact

I got money habits automatics all around me

You know you really gettin’ money

If you cook your own keys

I don’t fuck with lames pussy, snitches or the police

Squad!

I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes

Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground

Ball five, part mix and ten stones

I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Clayton County on lock like it should, nigga

Scooter,

Cookin’ while I’m countin’ got a jug on expressway

Two hundred thousand dollar play been on the way since yesterday

He like his dope cooked dog cause he can’t even cook me in

And I whip it three different ways

Million dollar risk game.

My risk bought this gold chain

Drive with water, we’ll shake the pie cook game

Lot of old heads still cooking out the microwaves

We got our own dope

Black legal stretchin’ everythang

Click going flocka flame, ain’t juging with the dirt game

Cook jug in everything, prices an’ whole thang

Stay calm, free band

I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes

Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground

Ball five, part mix and ten stones

I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga

Waka Flocka Flame Duflocka Rant Pt 2 Intro

Kevin DuFlocka Rant, part two

Lot of niggas ain’t wanna see me doing what the fuck I’m doing right now

Three years strong

See when I did this shit these niggas said I wasn’t gon’ make it

See when I dropped Flockaveli 1, hip-hop changed, naw’ mean?

Then I dropped Salute Me Or Shoot Me, LeBron Flocka James

Kevin DuFlocka Rant Part 1, now we on part 2

I’m balling like a motherfucker nigga

From roaches to Rolex’s man, watch me ball nigga

Clayton County we in this bitch, man

Squad

Waka Flocka Flame Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

Boss unh Flocka

[Hook]

I’m from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I’m from the south where the old folks’ they don’t mind they business

Strip clubs is our culture we sum’ heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

I’m in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers’s eatin’ sum’ Soul Food

County attitude let me know if you down to

Party all night wit’ my people

And if yo’ ass go hungry man them old folk’s they gone feed you

I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I’m so point five Twista, Bun

Do or Die car clean no suit and tie

Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I’m Bill see, I hold the flame like Bun B

I ain’t from the South that’s Ludacris that’s country shit fish and grits

Yall full of bits, wet paint, big rims, you can’t help, but done notice it

When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin’ it wit’ my van

Sickest shit that I have

Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall’ in Riverdale where we at

[Hook]

I’m from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I’m from the south where the old folks’ they don’t mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum’ heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 2: Bun B]

And I’m sittin’ low in my old school, and my loces on, and I’m so cool

And my top it drops, and there’s no roof

When I’m shinin’ on it’s my gold tooth

I’m trill as hell, and I’m heavy set

Pray to the Lord, but don’t get it bent

I’m from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit

I’m from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus)

That we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places

So you best not test us (test us) cuz’ we’ll get reckless

Catch you on yo’ block wit’ that big black glock take part of yo’ necklace (necklace)

Tell me who gon’ check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon’ ride

My gladiater’s, yeah they go live wit’ them dayton’s and them 4

So watch yo’ step, and know yo’ place, you ain’t trill don’t show yo’ face

Cause I’ll pull that –, and I’ll catch a case, and I’ll leave the scene wit’ no trace

[Hook]

I’m from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I’m from the south where the old folks’ they don’t mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum’ heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Luda!!!

Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin’ wheels

Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a deal

Trucks shakin’ like jellied honey’s ready to check the spread

Cuz’ I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread

So keep yo’ mind on yo’ riches, and get yo’ hoes right

Cuz’ in these streets you not safe unless yo’ codes right

Your southern living is like something you ain’t never seen

Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green

Blacked out tint white wall spinnin’

Lookin’ for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin’ women

We sum country certified gangsta’s in the south

When you speak about who’s hottest watch yo’ (watch yo’) mouth

[Hook]

I’m from the south Southern Hospitality

Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I’m from the south where the old folks’ they don’t mind they business

Tricked cars is our culture we sum’ heavy spenders

Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth [x8]

Waka Flocka Flame Ghetto Child

The homie flag, be as simple

Automatic singing dice games,

We was gettin money to the fancy tangs

Two gold chains be dedicated

On my clothes you can still smell cocaine

But my family have so [?] without cocaine

We thank God when that blow game walking though the rain without a coke

Living all upon the truth, hope that we all make it all to get tongue

Lil know they way I pay this bitches

My nigga so illegal ambitions

Full with the dish now all your family lives with the memories and pinches

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, fuck niggas, fuck bitches, get money, stag money

I wish they act wrong even that funny

I got bitches that will die, killers that will clap for me

[Gepetto:]

It’s all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle

When your bro they won’t trust you

When your money right they gonna love you

Friends stay first, keep your enemies close, enemies close,

Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most

Doing the most

Please don’t get it confuse this is rap money

Mix with the little street money

I talk about long drives no sleep money

Bitches walking on the [?] that dirty deep money

Always told don’t talk just look

Family from the street I was raise by th street

Certify streets never raise by the book

Straight educated, I can tell that you shut rapper

Every goof girl love a hood nigga

Real recognize real when you real nigga

I’m taking over companies sunny deal

If you want a bill make a mill

Never skip a mil, keep your lips still nigga

Fuck nigga it’s time to heal figure

You take cake and fame, you keep it real I fuck with you

Boy this level to the shit

I said fire to the ass life with the devil in his bitch

[Gepetto:]

It’s all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle

When your bro they won’t trust you

When your money right they gonna love you

Friends stay first, keep your enemies close, enemies close,

Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most

Doing the most

Waka Flocka Flame Rooster In My Rari

Pay for what, girl you better pay for this dick

She the type to fall for two zans in an outfit

I’m with the zans crew, so it’s hunneds on the floor

My hoes is off in the mo, I be balling hoe

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them

Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

These hoes, we done run through them

Zans we done chewed them, lames better salute them

I don’t like your kind, you a boogie hoe

All in my face like a groupie hoe

Can’t do one girl need a group of hoe

She a fool when she on that pole

Break it down, drop it low

Clap that, do it slow

Ran out of ones I’m a order some mo

Shawty got good friends on her honor roll

And… with moves like that no, girl you a pro

Hundred bands in my pocket, just to let you know

I’m too turnt, everything’s a go

What it’s gonna be, what it’s gonna cost

Everything’s on me, my God believe

We’re bricksquad monopoly

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them

Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

These hoes, we done run through them

Zans we done chewed them, lames better salute them

I stay flexin iced out with a bank roll

Drunk as fuck everything’s slow mo

Black girls, white girls at my show

Even got latin girls in the front row

Throwin throwin throwing dough

Throwing dough, throwin dough

Throwing dough, throwin dough

Bitch I said throwing stacks

Flocka, her hair long and her ass fat

She screaming broke niggas that way

Where the ballers at, fuck her all night

And never call her back

Homerun the pussy every time I swing my bat

Squad, and if it’s good I’m a double-back

Desperately I need some zans, where my da-da at

Squad, if it’s good, I’m a double-back

Flocka, desperate needs for them zans, where my da-da at

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, rooster in my rari, ok

Okay, uh, flex, these hoes, we done run through them

Zans we the the truth them, lames better salute them

These hoes, we done run through them

Zans we done chewed them, lames better salute them.

Waka Flocka Flame For My Dawgs

Mentally ill, please someone call a docta

911 it’s emergency go get a doct.

You(d’)’on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka

I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas

Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies

Devil entered me my mind on injury

I’m in front of the jury like I’m guilty

Shawty tried me so I killed em off G.P.

Mom I’m sorry I cant let you berry

Don’t worry just comecary

And some letters plus some phone time momma

What’s the golden rule don’t turn on my partnas

[2x]

I’MA RIDE

I’MA RIDE

I’MA LIVE

I’MA LIVE

I’MA DIE

I’MA DIE

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

I’MA ROB

I’MA ROB

I’MA STEAL

I’MA STEAL

I’MA KILL

I’MA KILL

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

(OH MY GoDsh)

I heard a lot of niggas dissin me

They let me know dey missin me

I been down for some months

Now it’s time to make history

With these evil ass thoughts

It feel like satan just entered me

I’ma pull through dis shit

Idon’ need no nigga ta pray fo me

I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic

I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight

O let’s do it got em hype

Love them gun sounds make em fight

I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight

I’m the mixtape prince ain’t no nigga fuckin wit me

I’m from Clayton County Riverdale but born in New York

Northside queens to be exact Bricksquad we’ll walk back

I can taste these niggas flesh

I can smell these niggas fail

Riverdale, Flocka.

[2x]

I’MA RIDE I’MA RIDE

I’MA LIVE I’MA LIVE

I’MA DIE I’MA DIE

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

I’MA ROB I’MA ROB (flocka)

I’MA STEAL I’MA STEAL

I’MA KILL I’MA KILL

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

They said a man shine proper

Sometimes that shit hurt

Why they put G babyface on the t-shirt

Neek I know it hurt that just god at his work

Blow all the real niggas livin in the dirt

Imma Ride Imma Ride

Every chance a nigga get

Imma squeeze imma squeeze

Imma let my gun rip

R.I.P. trav on some real nigga shit

Real nigga click im on my bricksquad shit

One louzy ass bullet, cant fuckin stop me

I feel like rocky when he fold on palo creed

Ima certafied G waka flocka too street you can call me concrete raised by grove street

[2x]

I’MA RIDE

I’MA RIDE

I’MA LIVE

I’MA LIVE

I’MA DIE

I’MA DIE

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS

I’MA ROB

I’MA ROB

I’MA STEAL

I’MA STEAL

I’MA KILL

I’MA KILL

FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS dawgs dawgs. . .

Waka Flocka Flame Money Pile

[Hook:]

Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]

I’ve been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,

And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain’t never seen before

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 1:]

All the hard and fallies trippin, tweeking off lollies

Sippin lean with polly rolling up bob marley

Exotic dancers around me, pussy so wet it might drown me

Lame niggas wanna down me, real niggas don’t ground me

South side Clay county, swear to God they made me

Real nigga 80’s baby, diamond school like the AC,

She gonna fuck no maybe, make a bad bitch go crazy,

Lately everywhere I went I’m throwin money

Flexing, never seen a Versace, all I know is ball shawty

Drop that ass baby, let me see you bust it

If I spend a lot of cash, would you let a nigga touch it

Her ass fat and she know it, these 30 bands I’m a throw it

[Hook:]

Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]

I’ve been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,

And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain’t never seen before

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,

And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain’t never seen before

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 2:]

It’s a drought and these streets and I gotta hella plug

It’s a half of brick mill moment and I’m in the club

Ride my rim so big and I’m in the what the fuck

I keep throwin the money and they keep piling up up

Going hard and boa, hundred band nigga we don’t play

Camouflage no paparazzi, all night nigga like a fuckin na

She a bad bitch chick she can stay cocky, I’m a real nigga I’m a stay poppin

Magic city run this, nigga I gotta flow nigga gun sloppin

So many warns they sleepin up, you got it bad we gonna pick you up

Bands nigga bands make, bands make that bitch fuck

My bag look my sack right never knew a nigga acting right

Her home alone she’ll play bone, no panthoe for ass right

[Hook:]

Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]

I’ve been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,

And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain’t never seen before

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

[Verse 3:]

I’ve been all around the country and the hoe go mother Sunday

I’m in anish boy they fronted told the wild this beg for money

She loves this but this she does it

I’m honestly so decided, pretty as Pocahontas

I met her and then we humped, feel so flawless

Can’t call my monsters I roll with monsters

Don’t guide no tosses,

I swear she eat you like Jefrey Douglas, like Jessy Jackson

I had the struggle, life is a hustle I had to juggle

Like Jessy Juggle I have the muscle and use a line

You have a caffin respect the game I had the bossom,

I’m a have the paper you have the trouble

You need a favor, you need some paper I’ll make you rain

I leave it pour

[Hook:]

Make that money pile, bitch, make that money pile, hoe [x4]

I’ve been all across the globe seen a lot of hoes,

And you say you different show me, show me somethin I ain’t never seen before

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it girl

Waka Flocka Flame Running Them Lips

[Intro:]

Said that molly got the pussy talkin

[Hook 1:]

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]

Said that molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

[Verse 1:]

She got one in her mouth, one in the clit

Geekin so hardly, one off her tit

Said she wanna lick the molly off me

That molly got her pussy talkin

[Pre-Hook:]

I think I got a trigga with me, double your Jacuzzi

I had them bitches screaming like a goddamn groupie

I’m a real nasty nigga, I put that molly in the booty

I pull my iPhone out and made a goddamn movie

[Hook 1:]

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]

Said that molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

[Verse 2:]

That molly got the pussy talkin

She lickin her tongue, she bitin and suckin her thumb

I’m givin to her what she wants

That molly got the pussy talkin

Her pussy feel numb

She suckin and fuckin for fun

I’m givin that hoe what she want

[Pre-Hook:]

I think I got a trigga with me, double your Jacuzzi

I had them bitches screaming like a goddamn groupie

I’m a real nasty nigga, I put that molly in the booty

I pull my iPhone out and made a goddamn movie

[Hook 1:]

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

Bitch keep runnin them lips, Bitch keep runnin them lips

[Hook 2:]

Said that molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

That molly got the pussy talkin

Waka Flocka Flame 7 Days Of The Week

[Hook:]

Star ball 7 days of the week

Smoke kush 7 days of the week

Fuck hoes 7 days of the week

Rock designer clothes 7 days of the week

Drive foreign 7 days of the week

We respectin from the west to the east

Liberal nigga til I D.I.E

Getting street money like I’m Big Meech

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Still in bars like Papa John’s

Rockin ice like Papa Joe

Don’t fuck with Shawty, that Flocka ho

Trap a ho jumpin like Flocka show

Sellin weed, bitch was sellin snow

Got the mollies, we got the blow

Sellin D, you got to know

I could buy some more dope, bitch I need a boat

From the Waka Flocka Flame nigga

Clique full of Chain Gang niggas

All I know is gangbang nigga

All I know is gangbang nigga

Before rap had street fame

A real nigga gon remain

You can play ball, you can book diamonds

From Riverdale, better tuck yo chain

I ball, I stunt 7 days of the week

Ball shit bout me, can’t wait til we meet

Blow O’s of the Cali 7 days of the week

Man I was gonna feed, if you fuckin with me

Know some niggas that squeeze when the cops came freeze

Keep a nigga baby mama all on her knees

Waka Flocka Flame, bitch I run these streets

I’m a real ass nigga, gonna be a favor

[Hook]

[Waka Flocka Flame]

Gon R E S P E C T me from the west east

DGBSM, all the real niggas done answer to me

Black strap, call it Wesley

These hatin niggas ain’t stressin me

Some days of week I fuck some fiends

Call peso, I need a extra P

Cause I’m extra fine, extra high

Molly all in my body

And I’m kickin shit like Jackie Chan, them Louie V karate

I got a red bitchin and pussy fight

That shit hot tamale

She smart and fuckin, her head good

Like she graduated from college

Some days of week I’m getting paid nigga

Some days of week I’m getting laid nigga

Some days of week I count chills

In that lane, on straight nigga

Going hard every day, tryna slay the streets

Nigga I’m in the trap 7 days a week

[Hook]