Waka Flocka Flame - Randy Savage lyrics

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Waka Flocka Flame - Randy Savage lyrics

[Hook x2: Waka Flocka Flame] Two Glocks, one blunt, and a bad b**h I'm flexing on these n***a's, Randy Savage Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some Activist b**hes we be swapping out look like some actresses [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I said I'm trying to see what's happening, little mama what's up Three diamond chains on me neck, with Texas in my cup Jumping off the top row, tell these b**hes that's what's up Four hundred for the Ghost, I got a check, run it up Snatch a chain, you ain't tough Hundred racks, that's not enough f**ing bad, breaking swag, cute a**, that's up Exhale, I got a check Don't gotta borrow, it's on deck In my pocket, I'm gon pop it at your noggin, Randy Savage I'm a legend, boy you know it Hundred dollar bills I don't flex, I throw it Hopped in the club and I'm gon' roll it And these molly's we don' chewed it Your main b**h, we ran through it Leg dropping these b**hes Blowing Backwood's, I can't do no f**ing Swisher's Take a picture [Hook] [Verse 2: B Ceeze] Gon' pop that p**y for a Squad n***a We ain't worrying bout your man, we let them bands hit him Money all I see, money all I know Money all I get, I stack it from the floor Twenty doves and fifties, no chains When on the dash, spent fifty on some earrings n***a's saying what they know, we get big chains 2 Glocks, for these n***a's trying to hit man On the molly's and we rolling, better see you boy It's skinny clip, fully loaded, wanna beat you boy Stay flexing on a n***a, Randy Savage Catch me flexing on the coupe, with a bad b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Frenchie] Flexing, hard, out this, planet Macho, man, Randy, Savage Bands Andre the giant, taller than that Call me Lex Luger, I got torcher racks You better keep your eyes open, for you take a trip with that undertaker I'm a stone cold n***a, middle finger up like f** a hater Don't reach for my legs, I aim straight for the head Call my hatch razor remote,filling, raise his head Sony, got them, 808's Boy I'm straight with the cake Smell of the rocks cooking, that's straight up ba** k** them with this slow flow, cause most n***as got no flow Slow dope better than no dope, now that's a no-no [Hook]