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letra de 50k (remix) - waka flocka flame

[intro: waka flocka]
squad!
(i’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost uh!)

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
i’m drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost (uh!)
bad b-tch with me wonder where my manners go (turn up)
my youngings sick, sick, where the antidote? (they geekin’)
aiming at your top, bust you cantaloupe (p-ssy)
he forty-six and he’s still selling dope (og)
how the f-ck you ballin’ with a car note? (how the f-ck?)
i’m in the trap, real sh-t where the felons go (squad)
cury never had a job, he always used a bowl (whip it)
them youngin’s run up in your house what it’s hitting for
no mask just to let you know who did it ho
i’m from riverdale, all i know is get it in (riverdale)
i got weed, i got mollies, what you tryin’ to spend?

[hook: waka flocka flame]
50k for a show and my n-ggas sellin’ schwag
she’s a red bottom b-tch versace shirt, birkin bag
i’m a get money n-gga, don’t use the card, or keep a tab
before i leave my f-cking house, grab my pistol and my flag
thumbing through the bands i be playing with a check, uh! (x4)

[verse 2 : waka flocka]
my foreign car painted flat black (turn up)
my girl hopped out -ss fat (d-mn)
paparazzi keep flashing pictures (flocka)
broke n-ggas looking wanna be these n-ggas (p-ssy)
4 grams in my backwood (i’m smoking)
millionaire n-gga still keep it hood (riverdale)
pay the extra 60 for that steel hood
phantom ghost got a n-gga living good (turn up)
i bet your b-tch want a n-gga
(hey come here shawty)
i bet she wanna f-ck a n-gga
(hey come here shawty)
never be a broke n-gga (h-ll naw)
she like “f-ck gold!” shawty she a platinum digga

[hook]

[verse 3: t.i.]
dope boy fresh, h-ll on the scale, shorty
trap n-gga ask red cross in riverdale
b-tch i still run the south, got them mils at the house
bunch a bad -ss b-tches like to chill at the house
i dont f-ck with none of them suckers but they b-tches on my d-ck
got my youngin with my buss at anything i tell him hit
bought my girl a .45, told her put it in her purse
spent 350 on a vert, made a hundred for this verse
told flocka you can bring this sh-t in cash or in work
he brought twenty and a bag, i say f-ck it, that’ll work
you don’t want to be caught in my dope spot, n-gga
talking ’bout your silly b-tch get you both shot, n-gga

[hook]

- waka flocka flame

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