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Chorus (Flocka)
Word to my haters, I don't forget ***, better stay on point homie don't *** slip
Get em (x16)
I hear you *** talkiin, boy stop talkin ***, undercover man you know you on a *** ***
Get em (x16)
Verse 1 (The Game)
What I'm gone do when I see that boy, grab a bottle and BUST EM'
Turn the *** music down then yell *** EM'
*** actin like he don't wanna fall RUSH EM'
Club is playin Lollipop but we don't *** wit SUCKAS
Take the Patron and mix it wit Juice
I'm all in my zone and feelin real loose
The bigga the belt be the bigger the goose
I *** up a broad and hop in the coupe
In Compton where I'm found at
That's where I stunt and clown at
That's where I where I wear my crown at
Tie my red rag around that
I'm ridin in Ferraris
I'm draped up in Bvlgari
I used to run around the A with Puff and that *** used to stunt to scar me
Now you can just black card me
Down Crenshaw Boulevard me
Think a *** went soft cuz I stopped movin raw
Somebody better get a ***
Chorus (Flocka)
Word to my haters, I don't forget ***, better stay on point homie don't *** slip
Get em (x16)
I hear you *** talkiin, boy stop talkin ***, undercover man you know you on a *** ***
Get em (x16)
Verse 2 (Game)
That's my Patron that's my ***
T.I. be on some fly ***
Now I can feel my projects inside my *** closet
Daffy Duck and uncle Screw
That's what we stuffin in them boots
Put them *** on the track, sell them hoes to Interscope
Sell them hoes to Def Jam, I'm known for movin work
Ask around I've been sellin birds since Gucci said BURR
I'm a cold motha FLOCKA
Red Diamonds in my WATCHA
That *** got a hot one
Take a trip to the A and cop one
That Lambo came with shotguns
You prolly never shot one
That Bent came in Alisha
You prolly never chopped none
Them bullets I done caught some
Them bottles I done popped some
So order that CIROCA
Can't wait till twelve OCLOCKA
Chorus (Flocka)
Word to my haters, I don't forget ***, better stay on point homie don't *** slip
Get em (x16)
I hear you *** talkiin, boy stop talkin ***, undercover man you know you on a *** ***
Get em (x16)
Verse 3 (Flocka)
If you aint tryna leave the club leakin on crutches
Than when you see a real *** don't say nothin
Bust Em (x9)
This for all the *** in the trap playin round the oven
If you can't get em off let a real *** touch em
Bust Em (x25)
Chorus (Flocka)
Word to my haters, I don't forget ***, better stay on point homie don't *** slip
Get em (x16)
I hear you *** talkiin, boy stop talkin ***, undercover man you know you on a *** ***
Get em (x16)