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letra de throwin' fingers - waka flocka flame

[intro: shad da god & waka flocka flame]
public service announcement, man
waka flocka, papoose, and rich kid is in the building, man
verizon boys on deck
hundred deep (waka flocka)
might get stomped with two hundred feet, man
verizon boys on deck, man
rich kid shawty
forty n-ggas deep
we in the v.i.p
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with it, man
rich kid shawty, we deep
brick squad

[hook: shad da god]
forty n-ggas, v.i.p
b-tch, we deep, b-tch, we deep
blowing on that gasoline
b-tch, we geeked, b-tch, we geeked
we in this b-tch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air)
we in this b-tch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air)
we in this b-tch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air)
we in this b-tch throwing fingers up (fingers in the air, the air)

[verse 1: shad da god]
we in this throwing fingers up, clearly we don’t give a f-ck
and we sn-tching girls, so them, they gon’ give them b-tches up
i think they buck, listened to the waitress, hit her on the b-tt
i think they riled, outside in the trunk in case it gon’ go down
my folks gon’ clown and we repping southside of the whole dang time
now hold it down, five fingers up, you’re stupid, we will clown
this rich kid shawty, they done f-cked ’round, made me get with waka
so now when we hit the club, it’s gon’ be two midget choppers
[?] dollar, n-gga, and my bankroll budging like big poppa
if you wanna stop her, get the [?], partner
dread head like shotta so you know who we be
real n-gga, no tv, b-tch, we deep and we geeked

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
mug that n-gga, tell him: “f-ck you, n-gga”
throw your set up like: “f-ck y’all n-ggas”
mug that n-gga, tell her: “f-ck you, b-tch”
throw your set up like: “f-ck y’all b-tches”
we thugging over here, drinking over here
banging over here, put the birds in the air
straight fraud a n-gga
jump little shawty, we ain’t fighting fair
brick squad in here, rich kids in here
throw your sets up, n-gga, put it in the air
security mug us, tell them we don’t care
get stoned up, get drunk as h-ll
red rag shawty, throw them b’s in the air (blood)
blue rag shawty, throw them c’s in the air (crip)
yellow rag shawty, throw them l’s in the air (king)
black rag shawty, throw g.d. in the air (g)

[verse 3: papoose]
i’m from a block of drama, papoose and waka flocka
seven rich kids, got copper-toppers, who shot you, partners?
see you got your dollars, got your block up, i got my chopper
it go “blocka, blocka”, motherf-cker, you got your doctor?
the south love me, i push lines
i be all up in florida like james from good times
keep acting like you kimbo, man, i’ll put so many holes in you
you gonna sound like a whistle when the wind blow
they know my m.o.: stop him out with the timbos
we geeked up, blowing on that indo
i knew he was a punk, i seen him in the club the other day
i mean-mugged him and he looked the other way

- waka flocka flame

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