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Waka Flocka Flame
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Hi-Jackin' Planez
[Verse 1] Is it me or I'm trippin', them folks on my phone When I talk I hear echoes in the background holmes Looked out my window, seen a black Tahoe Dark tints, two guys, two black suits They say I'm wanted for third degree swag Drop twenty in Louie, another thirty in Gucci Sacks filled, shawty all I do is shop Rolly on my left wrist, make a nigga jaw drop BrickSquad Monopoly, this is it The way the girl lock-jaw dick she like a fuckin' pit They say life's a bitch, so I'm finger-fuckin' it Wit a finger condom on, cause I don't trust shit
[Hook] Put your lighters in the air Put your red cups up Blowin' back woods Back to back I'm fucked up Hijackin' planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin' Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 2] You want me for a feature, that's one brick Shows goin' for two bricks, told her snort it off my dick All I know is grind, go get it wit' it You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim Where I'm from niggas rob their kin You can't even trust a bitch or your best friend Riverdale nigga this like Compton Our pistols always barkin' My nigga we get it poppin' You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the buildin' 'Rari sit low to the Earth, call it caterpillin' I'mma keep it grindin' nigga don't stop In this industry, lames get all the credit
[Hook] Put your lighters in the air Put your red cups up Blowin' back woods Back to back I'm fucked up Hijackin' planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin' Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 3] I don't care 'bout no 'he say' 'she say' Chase this money, love dineros like my fuckin' DJ Lap full of weed, ridin' on the freeway Y'all niggas industry, I do this shit the G way I'm a boss, pussy nigga 'bout that gun play Self-made, triple B's nigga all day Can't do it with the Glock then get my brother K All white diamonds on my neck, call it Lisa Ray I'mma be okay, I don't need too much Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch Put your lighters in the air if your fucked up Flocka give three fucks, Remi Martin pour me up
[Hook] Put your lighters in the air Put your red cups up Blowin' back woods Back to back I'm fucked up Hijackin' planes, three years in the game Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change Bitches on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin' Police out the window, man they think a nigga hustlin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin' I'mma keep grindin'
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