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letra de lick a shot - waka flocka flame

[hook: wooh da kid]
stay low to the floor when i’m in the spot
everybody on the floor, i’ma lick a shot
if you wanna jack, i’ma give you what i got
midget jumping out my bag, it’s a hundred shot
stay low to the floor when i’m in the spot
everybody on the floor, i’ma lick a shot
if you wanna jack, i’ma give you what i got
midget jumping out my bag, it’s a hundred shot

[verse 1: wooh da kid]
it’s a foul odor coming from the back porch
not the ghost rider, but i left his -ss torched
left him burnt in the back with his glock on him
caught him slipping ’cause you know i had to drop on him
from his little chick daddy call his main squeeze
she ain’t praying to the lord when she’s on her knees
top shottas don’t f-ck with no rude boys
no, i ain’t santa claus, but i got lots of toys
he was in the back, blowing on ganja
he f-cked up ’cause he have marijuana
this was a old beef, i guess he thought the beef was dead
“and we don’t know who did it” is what the paper said

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
i got a phone call, a n-gg- stole a whole brick
oh sh-t, squadded up, call the whole click
i’m finna let my pistol whip, pistol-whip a b-tch
i got a head shot, shawty, i’m finna shoot the b-tch
f-ck the cops, murk this block, we gon’ shoot it out
where the green flag, shawty? i can’t go without
it’s a drought down south, i’m charging twenty-six
go a couple states up, charge thirty-six
my dope the sickest, make them j’s breathless
i’ll snatch your necklace, car squeeze, breathless
i’m on that trap sh-t, slab, rock, rap sh-t
i’ll holler, “flocka wants the girls”, start flocking quick

[verse 3: wooh da kid]
licked a shot for my moms raising five kids
five boys, no pops, they some bad kids
it’s in my bloodline, everybody cut throat
my moms got shot, but the n-gg- got smoked
in ’94, i had had my mom’s 25 strap
coming for your lunch money and we taking snacks
moved to atlanta, georgia, back in ’99
scruff mcgruff–ss n-gg-s screaming, “stop the crime”
real k!llers get it done, they gon’ lick a shot
never told on a soul, i am what you not
if you wanna jack, i’ma give you what i got
lick a shot at the cowards tipping off the cops

- waka flocka flame

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