Bricksquad - Waka Flocka Flame, Gudda Gudda

I said my necklace iced out, my left wrist iced out

Waka Flocka Flame, stay out my lane because I’m thugged out

Niggas getting drugged out, you know what my clique 'bout

Hit him wit a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out

Hands on deck, make a nigga pull a tool out

Balling this year, I ain’t gon' stop until I foul out

Wild out, wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out

Wild out, wild out, Waka Flocka wild out

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Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, yeah

Get jumped in the club

Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey

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For the cash, I’ll wrap a nigga’s ass up

Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style, masked up

We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit

The new N.W.A., what’s up, Snoop and Dre?

Can’t forget Eazy-E, ice cubes on my neck

Fozzie screaming, «Waka waka», bitch, I got that check

I don’t need no flex, but I got to ball

Money Yao Ming, yes, it’s that tall

But I’m gutta, gutta, what’s up, Gudda Gudda?

I got rotten apple blood in my veins

I reversed the slave route, it’s from up north to down south

No more mean mugs at my shows, throwing green love

Green flags, green love, su woo to the P’s, blood

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Young Money, nigga, I’ma rep to the death

You can see the YM tatted on my neck

All my niggas wild, choppers on deck

Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect

Me and Waka Flocka got the hand on the Tec

And it’s cash on delivery, so hand me my check

Nigga, I don’t talk much, but when I do, bitch, pay me

Big money heavyweight, you can ask Baby

Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me

And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf

My rubberband stacks can’t fold into knots

I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop

I’m counting up the money till my hands get blisters

Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker, nigga

Real nigga music, they talking, we do’s it

Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci

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