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Waka Flocka Flame

Hype (Remix)

 

Hype (Remix)


[Intro Waka Flocka Flame:]
I tell these niggas "take notes man"
Niggas like "fuck graduating, I'm selling coke."
That's some fucked up logic man
And these hoes right here fucking for new bags
Stealing swag

[Verse Waka Flocka Flame:]
You lame rappers
Views from a real pyru
Married to the game, I do
I'm riding through in that chicken coup
Them birds [?] when I'm sliding through
Can't finesse a brick like I do
You little niggas can't walk a mile in my foot steps
Pussy we don't wear the same size shoe
Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
And put it on my album as the interlude
My circle tighter than an intertube
Always talking bout what you finna do
I think ya lame, [?] pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the fuck y'alls principles
This Brick Squad I'm the general
Middle finger grab my genitals
Why the fuck my niece in the news?
Always talking who Waka doing
Always talking what Waka doing
Counting money I'm thumbing through it
You got a problem bitch I'm coming to it
Pulling up with a couple shooters
I could give a fuck about this fucking music
I'll fuck ya up and there's nothing to a whole squad riding like a fucking Buick
I know I'm winning but I'll fucking lose it
And beat the case cause my lawyer Jewish
Grimey nigga came from the sewage
Put them hands on ya like Lennox Lewis
Really with this shit
If you diss me bitch
Then it's a wrap
Like Christmas gifts
It's arithmetic, I'm a hit the lick
We gon' snatch the bag and split the chips
Out in Colorado, go fuck with Spense
VVSs on me never tuck it in
The hate is out but the love is in
Making major flips like a [?] (FLEX!)
Fucking up the dope because I can't cook
So I made a million off Facebook
So underrated feel like Westbrook
Running plays it's textbook
Couple rappers solid the rest shook
They say I can't rap so I came back
With them punchlines give 'em left hooks
B-b-back from the dead I'm John Snow [?]
[?] I'm here John Doe
I feel like young scooter no convo
No snakes keep the lawn mowed
Why the fuck niggas thing they Pablo
Because they watch an episode of Nacros
This is real life tryna fuck [?]
And you lyrical niggas, catch a case now you spiritual nigga
Defense put some fear in ya nigga
What they put some years on ya nigga
Do I see a tear droppin nigga
[?] nigga
I'd take the chair my nigga
Loyalty real my nigga
Yeah (Waka!)
Fuck wrong with these niggas man
Just turn 30 man, how old do you think your favorite rapper is man?
I've been listening to these niggas since they been in middle school
Move over granddaddy
Squad, Flockaveli 2
Gang Gang, Crew!

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