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Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Brick Squad Monopoly, that's my company
b*tch, I'm buying all the property in Clayco
n*ggas' mommas working for Waka Flocka
n*ggas' daddies working for Waka Flocka
Snakes in the grass
I cut it
sh*t, he might be a cop
Is he wired?

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats
They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12
I don't trust these n*ggas
I can't trust ya'll n*ggas
Man, y'all talking like b*tches

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pillow talking to the strippers
Man, y'all talking like b*tches
Pillow talking to these freaks
Got my ears to the street in a heartbeat
This a Southside beat, so they feeling that
Hundred round clip, bet you feel all that
Eat that n*gga
Take that n*gga
Brick Squad Monopoly, that's my company
b*tch, I'm buying all the property in Clayco
n*ggas' mommas working for Waka Flocka
n*ggas' daddies working for Waka Flocka
Red dope man's, 505 Levis
Chinese eyes, been thugging since knee high
You need about three guys
All ya'll fake, I swear to God ya'll three lies
And ya'll live about three lives
I can see it in your eyes, real n*gga disguise
I despise you bast*rds
Can't wait to see your caskets
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats
They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12
I don't trust these n*ggas
I can't trust ya'll n*ggas
Man, y'all talking like b*tches

[Verse 2: YG Hootie]
They call me YG, I'mma need about three wives
Shut your hood down, you can't even reply
Call that a direct message
Do you follow me? These snitches got me restless
No necklace, just pants, ho
I'm a real n*gga, can't play me like no banjo
Twenty bands, just dance, ho
Flocka with me, no hands, ho
And you know me I'm from 142
Love to rock red, other n*ggas rock blue
Twenty on my wrist, thirty in my Trues
Two line n*gga in a two door coupe
n*ggas be snitching, hands out too
Blast your ass, that's what I gotta do
Like Christmas, shots to a b*tch n*gga's kidneys
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
I open my eyes, I don't trust these n*ggas
I swear to God they 12
They got wires in they belts, they got wires in they hats
They got wires in they shirts, man I swear to God they 12
I don't trust these n*ggas
I can't trust ya'll n*ggas
Man, y'all talking like b*tches
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