Waka Flocka Flame - 24 Hour lyrics

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Waka Flocka Flame - 24 Hour lyrics

[Intro] I be like, I be like We be flexing with the check, grindin' [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] 24 hours, still blowing strong I want the money and the power b**h I been in my zone b**h I been in my zone, hater leave me 'lone I get money by myself you know kush is my cologne (x2) [Verse 1] I play Sosa you Montana, you n***as not my type I'm a get money n***a shawty all my b**hes dyke I know your background boy you ain't really right Flexing like you chirping you ain't never sell that white MC Gusto a** rapper shawty you ain't 'bout that life 24 hours, that's all a n***a need to get the money and the power b**hes on my dick, I'm from Clayton County, Georgia Grew up selling ?? Everybody head-busting, plotting on a lick For let you out of cast serve your a** a dummy brick These hoes ain't nothing and these the b**hes ain't sh** They f**ing for some red bottoms and an outfit [Hook] [Verse 2] I be doggin' these hoes I'll pa** ‘em to my bruh Chaz off the chain he don't f** with no lame Stay to myself cause these n***as always change Kicked them out the clique now we screaming out they changed 24 year old n***a I can never scream your name Shout out to some real n***as from the damn belaine Them boys say they're robbing we on the same thang My young boys crazy they'll bust your brain Waka Flocka Flame you can call me Ric Flair I'm rocking five chains and I'm lit up like a flair My dogs selling dope where he sleep he don't care I want the money and the power the rest don't care [Hook] [Verse 3: S.O.N.Y.] Wait, hold up. Can I come down? I'm too high Shop out of your price range, f** n***a I'm too fly Ay'body like who that? Is some n***a that new got Take your b**h and I break your b**h Yea I make your b**h say "Oh my god." You soft n***a, I peep that You p**y n***a, I eat that My roof gone, my seat back That change n***a just keep that I'm just getting this cake bro These other n***a be fake though Brought your n***a from N.Y. but I'm riding around through Clay-Co You don't know me so fall back You try to fly get shot n***a f** telling me keep it cool I told your a** I'm hot n***a All these n***a be rap beefing f** n***as ain't g though Pull up on you let it go I hit the gas and I speed up

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