Waka Flocka Flame - Tag Team lyrics

Verse 1 (Gucci Mane): Please excuse me for being a G, that's just the way they raised me I ball so bad, I pay for it, I want to see her naked She shaken like she got a seizure, shorty goin' crazy Datin' all kinds of important people, her swag is amazing Wanna go to Costa Rica? Kick around and play it? We could just-a stay in or I could take you shopping Corporate smoking pounds of reefer but I got a make it Hate on me, no snitchin' either, I'm just trying to make cents Can you get me c**ainia? I'll tell you to take it Rest of them toy desert eagles, ak - she be fakin' Role my blunts in deuces cause I'm so very impatient Meet em, then I greet em, then I bust all in their faces Hook (Gucci Mane): Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring He f**ed her then he tagged me. We call it tag team f**in' b**hes after shows. We call it tag team f**in' b**hes on the road. We call it tag team (repeat x 2) Verse 2 (Waka Flacka Flame) I'm diggin' that mix, tag team with the right hand Make me a Sprite and I'm going all night man Gucci got the front, so you know I gotta get the back Give that a** a smack, for a fact. She gonna throw it back Dick in her hand, like spit on that The lil' purdy lil' thing put kids on that Girl, I want that p**y. Girl, gimme that Got have that. Long hair, a** fat You know you wanna n***a like me Dread-head, tats and some gold teeth All the sights on me, I can't get girls up off of me I'm a stone cold stunner call me Flacka All that shake, do it come with fries? The way you twerk that a**, got a n***a crosseyed Hook (x 2)