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Long Live The King Lyrics - Artist : Waka Flocka Flame
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
On an Adderall and bean, ayy Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame I ain't worryin' 'bout no nigga tryna reach for my chain Niggas know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang (Reload) On an Adderall and bean, ayy Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich, bitch) Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang Call me Big Flame, Red Flag Flame I ain't worryin' 'bout no nigga tryna reach for my chain Niggas know Loudiene gon' kill 'em, I'ma send the whole gang I'm where you can't hang, hang with some killers, bang And niggas know we flame and the same fucking thing One time for them niggas down the road in the chain gang On the frontline putting work in for Waka Flocka Flame I was born in this game, they better check my family name Every time I fell I had myself to blame Gas bag shawty sellin' cocaine Rap for the money, I ain't want the fame But I can't complain, man, these niggas lame, Flame On an Adderall and bean, ayy Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king (Hoodrich) Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang [Loudiene:] Take an L for what? Take his ass to a bus Smoke him like some Runtz, like November, he a hunt Roast him up, be King Tut, you heard them shots, yeah, that's them Waka said get him, I can fuck him up Waka said get him, yeah, that's your luck It's a murder, it's a must I like blood, I like guts I love funds, I clutch guns All these crazy pills got me sane Is you rollin'? Yeah, you knowin' my life Gucci Mane I'm in it for the money, fuck a name Turn your hood to a shooting range Big Daddy how I move the 'caine Met the kilos just to kill again Bloody hundreds, spent it on a chain Glock-30, do 'em dirty, killed 'em clean I'm just sippin' on this dirty lean Bought my bitch a bag, a new Celene Hot and ready like Krispy Kreme, shit [Waka Flocka Flame:] On an Adderall and bean, ayy Nigga, fuck a crown, bitch, they know that I'm a king Call it soul food the way we sellin' chicken wings Fourteen hundred for a pound of collared greens Know this shit wrong but the money callin' me Ain't no broke bitch or broke nigga standin' next to me Nigga run off with some work, shit, I ain't losin' sleep Have my youngins hit your house and snatch your kids while they sleep, gang DJ Big Tiny DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow |
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