Soulja Boy - Extendos Ft. The Game & Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics

Soulja Boy - Extendos Ft. The Game & Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics:

I got that scent, I got that scent
I got that scentI got them benz, I got them racks
I got them stacks, flocka

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

Ridin’ round with extendos, niggas think I’m playing Nintento
Niggas say we’re … like rondo, got a nigga I’m gonn need 10 though
Got a harley…for them fuck niggas,
And I got a hard top nigga, I know where to stop, get touch nigga
Then I’m hopping out the car, wassup nigga
Long ones, nigga, load gun, give me hand gun,
You say no fun, got a red bone, she got long legs
She give me long head, she roll on blood
She a monster, hit it from a nigga with a clip
You don’t even wanna see what she’ll do to a bitch
And I just kill a nigga, I’ma kill that pussy
Money 7 that whole clip
… my phantom, can’t fuck with the …
Pronounce for my city, but I’m in Atlanta
Rising is red, just like my bandana
Get hit with the hammer, not money or man
Can copy my swag, can fuck with my grammar
These niggas is hoe, put that on my grandma
I’m soon and it whooping…
On tours on my jaws nigga, … got a horse in front of my car nigga
…fuck y’all niggas

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m turned up to the maximum
I’m ready nigga let’s take it go
You shoe shine so pretty there
I shoe shine so pretty here
I’m everywhere you know it
On red billy I’m black jack
on red flag you know that
your p**sy ass get toe tagged
You John Doe for that fuck shit
I pull up and I buck it
Soulja Soulja and Waka Flocka
pulling over them long choppers
niggas talking that fuck shit
Until a nigga come buck it
I’m off the deck when I’m turning my tellie
came up the water with an automatic
Soulja Soulja will you make it rain
55 diamonds in my mother fucking chain
Pow pow, nigga, bang, bang
Snakes know it is the murder game
Know where I be, know where I am
Know what’s up you know everything

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m rip it down, pocket glow, two glocks that’s some throw aways
Up and down from … street, that’s rivendale road next to the L toe
Smokers like poach, …Christmas folks
from playin counting ribon down nigga I can go both
nigga what is all about, Mollies, weed, coke
BSN my code, bad bitches and we are hundreds on the floor
smell that cush when I walk to the door
throwin stacks nigga I got a sack, put the bands in your head
For the bands, make your best friend put a bullet in your head.

Soulja Boy - Ridin' Around Ft. Waka Flocka Lyrics

Soulja Boy - Ridin' Around Ft. Waka Flocka Lyrics:

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Waka Flocka Flame - Let Dem Guns Blam Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame - Let Dem Guns Blam Ft. Meek Mill Lyrics:

Fuck ‘em , fuck!
I’m too dry, I’m too hot for that… shit
Came to the club, yeah, I’m on that … shit!
Let ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blam
Let ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blam
…Let ‘em things blam, let ‘em things blam
My chopper filled up, let ‘em things blam
…got extendos, let ‘em things blam
Often with the.. full of young niggers
Ain’t no OGs, just some young niggers!
Damn, bang it! Sell ‘em weed
Shooters, it’s some ecstasy!
Dumble more, dumble crazy, most have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up one time.
..hey my nigger, I’m on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I … the shine.
Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I might go kinda jezy… it’s the summer of…

Chorus:
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can’t make your body rock.

Won’t stop ’till I see it by the..
Fuck right here by the..
Leave my .. all the talk
I’m about to..
My young niggers, a lot of…
one beep, no talking, shout it, that’s a…
Live with no regret, …
A nigger want me dead, got too much … on my head, got too much respect.
Flocka, dignity! while you’re hating on me I’m making history
Walka on… while shitting me
Throw money on the bitch, ain’t shit to me!

Chorus:
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can’t make your body rock.

My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends
Ain’t no talking about no pills nigger, we slaughter around with these…
..fitting rhymes in this mac
I put a price on your head and they won’t…
You niggers ain’t told no straps
Yo niggers don’t want no whore
Yo niggers don’t want my…
Came around by your front door.
But that ..shit, cause you pop shit
..like you got shit
Had my niggers in your crib
You run around like you got…
Hold niggers down cause they switch side
You dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won’t get by
Try to play it cool, and you get fried.
No real niggers on this side
Niggers shoot like… do
Every nigger that’s around me get real money and…

Chorus:
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Let em guns blam, Flocka
Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Each are like some busy bees, kill you and your best friends.
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
Let em guns blam, bow
To tired up in my block
Middle finger to the .. fucking cop
Real niggers till my hart stop
They can’t make your body rock!

The Cataracs - All You Ft. Waka Flocka Lyrics

The Cataracs - All You Ft. Waka Flocka Lyrics:

i see you looking but you trying to act cool, right
you don't even care what a dude right,
prolly wanna pick, prolly want 2 right
if the girls get ugly and the mood right
lil moon light go ahead and let it go
i don't mean to come across too sexual, oh, oh
but that's ... epic though
...volcanic, hot lava, burning up, i can serve it up
like look i am your father
only if you wanna, take a trip in each other waters
take this bedroom and turn it into a sauna

she's sending me dreams, a ... want that
she said hey boy, you're drinking too fast
and we can take it slow, you'll never be alone
she's telling me ... lift me up, all you tonight
feel that come, all you tonight
get me slow, all you tonight
all you

if i wanna, i'ma get it, tell the waitress i'm up, quit that bullshit, bend that ass down
...it's a round of applause, i can do it with no hands
i go hard in the pay, she ain't even gotta change
talk about yourself, bring a couple friends
... in japan, ... i'm the man, ask your man
pop it, pop it down, make that ass clap, clap
make that ass clap, clap

she's sending me dreams, a ... want that
she said hey boy, you're drinking too fast
and we can take it slow, you'll never be alone
she's telling me ... lift me up, all you tonight
feel that come, all you tonight
get me slow, all you tonight
all you
all you tonight
feel that come, all you tonight
get me slow, all you tonight
all you

if i wanna, i'ma get it, tell the waitress i'm up, quit that bullshit, bend that ass down
bend that ass down
all you tonight
feel that come, all you tonight
get me slow, all you tonight
all you
all you tonight
feel that come, all you tonight
get me slow, all you tonight
all you.

Waka Flocka Flame - I Don't Really Care ft. Trey Songz Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame - I Don't Really Care ft. Trey Songz Lyrics:

standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

waka flockaaa!
i keep them bad bitches yelling it
thugged out rich as hell plus i’m throwing dick
drunk as shit, everywhere i go i’m yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
throwing money in the air fuck it i don’t care
50 for the ear rings that’s 100 for a pair
versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
sparkles on my champagne independence day
i ain’t really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

throwing money in the air like i don’t really care
standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
keep some green to roll up, i run it like a motor
you see the way i pull up, attention like a soldier
what you expect to happen now i’m swaggin on the sofa
i be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
that mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
and we can take it there nigga i ain’t never scared

throwing money in the air like i don’t really care
standing on the chair like i don’t really care
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care
no i don’t, i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really care

i see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
mean mug them back yellin out i’m gettin cake x2

10,000 worth of ones on the way, he ain’t playin with
a check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
she left with me, uhhh, interception
he saying he gone kill me when he catch me but i
don’t really care i don’t, i don’t, i don’t really care x 2
got bitches by the pair, i’m baller of the year
and haters everywhere but i don’t really carelly care.

Waka Flocka Flame - Magic City Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame - Magic City Lyrics:

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

half a million dollar think you know him
first ring’s on chain, god damn
what the fuck to do with all this money?
fuck them
all click eyes thug tell your ceo buy a bigger chain, damn
these niggers ain’t balling but they throwing 5 stacks
acting like they threw 20, damn
your favorite rapper flexin’, he ain’t buying brace, damn
let’s talk about your favorite rapper, his company don’t exist
so he gotta change his name, damn

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

i woke up, bought a maybach
bought my bitch a range rover, damn
bought 2 escalades and a condo, bitch i’m paid
… bought a whole click, round shit
i’m on my own thing, damn
i heard them saying i’m going broke
i tell them get they own money, keep kicking cans, motherfuckers
i’m still hussling, ball, ball
i’m still hussling, shit,
brace coming out…ask your girl about the dick
… how she… cause a nigger fall bricks, damn

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex

sold my shit i’ve been through this year
sold my shit i’ve been through this here
damn i don’t win broke got it back
when broke got it back
so much shit i’ve been through this year, damn
made some new friends, lost some good ones
… i ain’t done yet
it ain’t my fault i ain’t have to go to school
to see a million dollars, thank you …

i be bragging doing the most, supposed to pay my rent
but i’m off in magic city, throwing in
niggers say i flip too much, i might go broke
… i don’t give a fuck
pass my triple cup, pass my triple cup, damn
trade my bracelet in for a rolex
i got muscle motherfucker, call me bowflex.

Waka Flocka - Round Of Applause ft. Drake Lyrics

Waka Flocka - Round Of Applause (Remix) ft. Drake Lyrics:

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Let me see you bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and bust it, bust it, bust it

[Drake]
Bust it like you can't afford a car
You a star, you look in the mirror, you know who you are, right?
Cool, take it low, take it way lower than that
I fly private when I go, ain't no layover on that
Yeah I made it to the top, took a seat, still seated mane
I'm in a stadium in DC still tippin mane
She couldn't pay tuition 5 times, still strippin
I just throw a couple bills and she'll have a pair of heels
Oh no, there I go, magic trickin on your ass
Throwing every president except for Nixon on your ass
Make you rich, I feel like I should make commission on your ass
Wonder what you'd ever do if I went missing on your ass..

[Hook]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Bust that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
Hair long, ass fat: shawty mean
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them beans
When I hit the scene, girls yelling and they scream
"Flocka can you be my baby daddy?" (yes)
Pimping like I'm Dolemite, hoes jump in my Caddy
Smoke like I got cataract in the strip club going up the stack
Got racks on top of racks plus that puss make that ass clap
I ain't done with you baby! Bring that ass back
Still got 20's still got 50's, even got them 100's
Throw some money, throw some money, I'mma let it go
Waka Flocka Flame, better known as Mr. Let It Go

[Hook]

Brick Squad Monopoly, shawty that's my home team
Smoke that gangsta green
Can't do no G talk
I need a classy girl
In the bed she gotta be a freak ho
Bust it, bust it: lay down on the floor girl
Bust it, bust it: gimme some more head girl!

Ludacris - Rich & Flexin feat. Waka Flocka Lyrics

Ludacris - Rich & Flexin feat. Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics:

cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
cry me a river, cry me cry me, oh
cry me a river, cry me cry me.

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

put all on my jack they want my diamonds
swinging all my new like i’m ..
have a million dollar car
have a million dollar watch
no roof on the top of ..aint’ got the ..
got a couple black builds and they all from lili lili
get a little scuba diving ..groupies groupies
swaging to this ceiling this haters mad as ..
get money like they just a shit
stuck on ..

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

be .. they want my autograph
.. i will never eat that ..
go fillin for you ..got me
..my rich monopolies
as far as i get my .. stucking with no ..
..always flexin ..takes me, tear it up like ..
magnus full potential ..

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better

all about my ..these ..you splitting too
i don’t’ want no birds up in my car
no drive no chicken ..
i’ll be on that new ferrari i’ll be spilling out champagne
no rocks on the road ..say i’m a damn chain
gotta keeping moving mami gotta get that guacamole
i got that purp and a little bit of gold
i got shit run with ... and smoke the couple ..
..wanna be my ..i’m too rich

i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
i’m young, i’m young , i’m rich, i’m rich flexin, ain’t it better
aint’ it better, flex, i’m flexin,
...i’m flexin ..
have a million dollar car
have a million dollar watch
i’m flexin ...i’m flexin

i’ m young i’m rich ...

Machine Gun Kelly - Wild Boy Ft Waka Flocka Lyrics

Machine Gun Kelly - Wild Boy Ft Waka Flocka Lyrics:

yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 

i’m a east some ..the ..boy ..boy 
you got .. like the indians and my team boy pops like cowboy 
you were .. like tow boy i’ma jump right in that crowd boy 
you were ..the cowboy i’ma fuck and ..the low boy 
..anyone but kill .. i am a toucher you think i was in jail 
but i’m ... from the .. bring it back to the states bring the scale 
...put em in the shell speed it and let em ... independency 
...lead us put your .. stop grinding like the clipses .. 
smoking till i get busy .. bad boy ‘cause i’m in .. 

they gonna shine dough they gonna shine dough 
they gonna shine dough, never mind now just kills with that hit 

hook: 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 

here coming bullshit bigger bigger ass till the dj stop the music 
they say they want that wild shit mind spit .. in the crowd bitch 
i’m so mother fucking .. yeah bitch yeah bitch always .. 
we sipping bottles with that bitches blowing wee smoke 
yeah bitch yeah bitch always .. were you .. in the .. 
i’m screaming .. everywhere i go 
i .... i make my own rules.. bitch call em cool 
this nigga got the best of me 
this nigga got the best of me 
machine ..that’s the recipe .. 
get this after me 

call bangs back call this bangs back 
got this boys ..call back .. 
smells like team spirit . in my now you can’t hear it 

hook: 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, 
i’m a wild boy, i’m i’ma wild boy 
i’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth i need o’s

Waka Flocka Flame & Slim Dunkin Ft. French Montana - Wrong One Ta Try Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame & Slim Dunkin Ft. French Montana - Wrong One Ta Try Lyrics:

wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
they ... sitting .. 
you nigga steal tryin rob the .. 
all the answers gonna f*ck the .. 

.. snap that cash for .. wanna f*ck they gonna ... she fall money 
.. young better .. take that all she like .. put .. they call me 
.. the woman ..in the back of .. automatic 
getting in the hood ak my shit .. play my shit 

chorus: 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
wrong one ta try if you don’t wanna die 
they bite me make me come about the .. 
grass ...city .. 
nigga steal tryin roll the robs 
i don’t answer .. f*ck the .. 

ask my ex .. partner they say waka loco 
make a doctor buying up your .. 
shots fire drop .. niggas on the floor 
thirty ..then i’m kicking down the dough 
you don’t waka .. i turn it to the .. 
would you try a foe you are man the .. 
.. 44 
stacks bills in the f*cking .. 

[chorus:]