Scream lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro: Diddy]
Its like sh*t is coming down from the mutha-f*ckin’ heavens
Its a new mutha-f*ckin’ day
Get down or lay down
Hey yo turn the f*ck up
Hey yo f*ck sparklers
I wanna see flame throwers in this mutha-f*cker
This a Will.i.am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Wezzy
And they call me Diddy, b*tch
Where 1 Oak at
Where Darby at
If you at greystone
Getting your drank on
Tell him to run this back
Put your hands up in the air
Got the call from Will.i.am
Now its Hit-Boy
On a hit boy
You turnt up
And I'm (Bring the action)

[Hook 1]
When you hear this in the club
You’re gonna turn this sh*t up
You’re gonna turn this sh*t up
You’re gonna turn this sh*t up
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us

[Hook 2]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and Britney, b*tch

[Verse 1: Will.i.am]
It’s rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my sh*t everywhere I go
Whole world bang this song ‘cause it’s cold
Ah, sh*t, I think that girl ready to go off
But she want a photo – so I took a photo
Yeah, I took a picture with an I'm photo social
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder ho
She don’t really know sh*t, so I gotta show her
Hide your paper, yeah I’m stackin’ paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin’ with
Will.I.Am and Britney, b*tch
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil’ Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, b*tch

[Hook 3]
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club…

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Oh, it’s time to party
Oh, it’s time to party
Smokin’, drinkin’, no passin’ out
YOLO, I’mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
f*ck the VIP, I’m in the crowd
Me and Britney, we actin’ wild
It’s Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou
All eyes on me, look out
Pop a beam, that’s the old me
Molly’s here, we don’t fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear
Get a grip, shorty, you can’t stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that

[Hook 2]

[Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne]
Hi! I’m Tunechi – I give the girls my room key
Money can’t buy you love, so I don’t pay for no pus*y
I don’t pay these haters no mind – don’t f*ckin’ call me cheap
I grab life by the horns, and that b*tch went “beep-beep”
I swear right now I feel like ‘Pac – ‘cause all eyes on me
And I don’t mean to throw no Sour D’s, lookin’ small fries to me
And my b*tch bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney
She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory
And I’m feelin’ good, I’m lookin’ good, I’m smokin’ good, I’m sippin’
These hoes think they classy? Well that’s the class I’m skippin’
Got a party in my bedroom, that’s a party she ain’t missin’
I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin’ him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I’ve got my hoes at Drake shows
I got this sh*t on lock, no escapin’ those
And I’ll make that b*tch scream, and shout, and let it all out
I’ll put it in her backyard like a f*ckin’ doghouse – Tunechi!

[Hook 4]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

[Hook 2]

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