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Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Ripping through the tape in the black in a All I see is cocaine money coming through Pyrex pot make you do what it do Re-rock the work, make one into two Cartel got goons trapping out the backdoor 18 For a deuce, 35 for a four My bitch get mad 'cause she cooking all the time Check the work out, then my bitch get a line Million dollar bell in, always stay ringing Dope so good, got the J's always singing What the fuck you want, shawty, dealing on a sale Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Cartel Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Waka, look Selling weed and crack, boy, a nigga can't you tell? Made my first ten thousand with a pocket scale Hooked up with Cartel, now I got it by the bail What we for, shawty? (Cutthroat River) Where them niggas gangbang, roll dice, and smoke kush And these boys got power like they George Bush In the trap with some Mary and cocaine Them boys say they jacking, tell them we on the same thing Still the same nigga, ain't shit changed They think I won't come back and blow out his brain You fuck with Cartel, better yet M.G.M Kinto, Psycho, Grell, that's my partner them Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Yeah, yeah I chief up the reefer, I blows up that dro so I sip on that lean though, I pops all them rolls though I, I get so high, bitch, I, I cannot lie, bitch I'm proper Superman and I believe that I can fly, bitch I, I gotta take a smoke, I take a pull and I inhale it I don't fuck with that baby jack shit I don't want it if I can't smell it What the fuck you smoking on? What the fuck you drinking on? I'm smoking on Fruit Loop and I chase it down with Goose and 'Trón And I'm with that hustling shit, I pop a roll and trap all night I'm thinking for the fives and the tens And the twenties to get my money right I keep that green and dro, green and dope that make you choke And I keep that ice and white, that white that make you rob your ho Lil Jack that high bitch, promethazine with codeine Mix it with some yellow and some red, yeah, I'm a dope fiend Yeah, I'm gon' keep it real, I get so high, I'm full of the pills It's something that you gon' have to Try to find out how I feel, I'm high Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her call Waka Tell her call Waka

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