Waka Flocka Flame - f** sh** lyrics

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Waka Flocka Flame - f** sh** lyrics

(Hook) f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Stomp yo a** out til the DJ hit the lights If he try me he can pulse his body Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali (Verse) Thrown off a molly once a n***a try me 2 bad b**hes call me rooster in a Rarri My young boys sure they know karate Fake n***a not me In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs Trap n***a, come embrace us when you can’t find no rap n***a sponsored links I can rap n***a but still you pay no rap n***a Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap n***a Getting money, even eating with the jets n***a Alright, f** these n***as, they don’t really wanna take it there Pistols in the club, my young n***as they ain’t flyin fair f** sh**, f** sh** – yea I be on it n***a Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it n***a Squad! (Hook) f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Stomp yo a** out til the DJ hit the lights If he try me he can pulse his body Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali (Verse) f** sh**, Wooda on that f** sh** Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck sh** I don’t give a f** if your partner in the way Wooda throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play Ain’t probably thuggin, fat mack on TMZ Step in n***as’ face, like he was the damn shis I be on that f** sh**, we be on that BS (Squad) Hunned n***as gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad) (Hook) f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Stomp yo a** out til the DJ hit the lights If he try me he can pulse his body Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali (Verse) F U C K, S H I T C R E dub, woo that smells Trouble Woo that gotta be Trouble Always on the f**ery You f** n***as never seem hot Them same b**h holds, I’m screaming ah! The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15 I made an offer on the shots I got Run a hoe here cuz these bullets are hot Put your pussies in a sh** bag, what?! Til you dig that Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that? They’re all gonna laugh at you, they’ll laugh at you Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin sh** on the low Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor Flocka You got a problem? No problem, I got em f** sh**! (Hook) f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck b**h f** sh**, yea I’m on that f** sh** Stomp yo a** out til the DJ hit the lights If he try me he can pulse his body Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I’m Ali

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