Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Flexxin

Swawty I'm flexin

In da court room burnin dro

Give a fuc* about dis judge

Wat you think my money for?

Shaawty I'm flexin

Ocean front view

And my job is

Like my weed like my girl like my car

Shawty I'm flexin.

White green red white yellow chain tacky

We flexin not matchin

Black and white dogs

Zebra skins

Sittin on that elephant

Took your girl

Shawty we flexin

Boww

Like theirs no tomarrow

Threw a hunded grand

At my shoes

I got gwapa

If she role with waka flame

You kno that girl gone swang

Holla at her as* tomarro

She gone come she gone bang

But a nigga ain't gone stress her

In da club make it rain

Shawty with a fuc*in* desert

Blue and white grape pain

Lokkin like (someone)

So icy flex game

Shawty we da new thang

We da new atlanta

We flexin yup!

We ridin yup!

We iced up and we ain't matchin

They might snatch em

They might grab em

His name waka flocka flex

We gotta have em

Ay, ay, ay

Now we flexin

Flex diamonds round my neck

Young juice man

And des diamonds I'm gone flex

Red chain blue chain

Got my shi* so icy chain

32 e.n.t and I made me a stupid chain

Houses by da lake

Diamonds like a snake

Young juice man

And he super duper straight

And rich boy dogg

You should buy his tape

Oj da juice, gucci, waka flocka straight

I be hoe huggin flexin

Matcho man flexin

Juice mane, gucci mane, flocka flame flexin

Frenchie caught another boy

So gucci bought a necklece

I bought a roll roice

And parked it on da?

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