โหลดเพลง mp3 Big Homie Flocka - Waka Flocka Flame

Big Homie Flocka - Waka Flocka Flame
This trap hard, it's on fire Beat around nigga like
a busy bee player I won my hood, no marathon
Took out for a minute, now I'm back on Them base
bigger, my dreads longer My niggas realer
my weed stronger Smoking that pack, that body builder
Money talks, I don't fuck with you You can't dress
you ain't got swag You a walking label, you a
signed artist Got my own label, fuck these niggas
With their middle finger, I'mma die reaching
I'm a gang banger so it's fuck what critics say
I'm talking money, I keep wanting K Don't make me
transform to my old ways Keep black diamonds on me
like OJ I'm turnt up of no drugs You turned down
you get no love Love is in the G so I'm in the crowd
Acting wild, they all know I go hard Bitch
I'm death the child One phone call to them killers
at you That is speed dial I was visiting at the
same time Joey beat his murder trial RIP to Call

that's a fallen soldier Still collecting opinions
I'm a humble nigga Never joined forces, make my
own way I keep K, no birthday, fuck her all day
Competition, I eliminate Follow street laws
don't litigate I delegate, you follow
I own my own shit, you borrow Last nigga try to
rob me got shot Never seen before a half a mil'
that's real shit Big Homie Flock Squad