1.Call Me Inky
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
R-Red polo red rory my shirt they caught me horsin
Baby bring three friends so we can have a foursome
I fucked em to my anthem hard in the paint
Fucked her till the bed break
Make that right leg shake
You know how I do
Bring a couple friends through
Lemme know if it's cool
Girl you a fool
How you ride dick
Got me sweatin' and shit
I'm on that Gudda shit
Man I need a Gudda bitch
Triple cutz on da phone
I'm on that purple shit
I'm out
Gotta take another sip
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
Zoo'd Cryst. at Benihana's
Stop flexin
You be in a Honda
Squad in the king
The giant will spend about a hundred
They got that long bread
You got that short caine
Only thing I miss is money and my court date
Feel sick
Need a checkup nigga
I can't spend it all
Cuz my check a nigga
Dumpin the ball
Better check up nigga
I don't need no stress
My respect up nigga
I'm up early in the morning
Get my cab before the cereal
Said I gotta eat
But I ain't talking cafeteria
Imperial
Killa cam in the cup
Southside beat with the whammie in tha trunk
Bitches in the back
Got my man's in the front
Baseball bat's 3 gram 1 hun
This ain't your ordinary pistol
Semi with the drums
Flocka smoke like he got a chimney in his lungs
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
4ozs of that drink
Zoo me the sprite
Bad bitches all around
So we gonna fuck tonight
A couple black
A couple spanish
Got a cup a white
An' they all jumpin dick
At the speed of light
She say she lov me
All because my body filled with ink
I think king filled em with crazy
Need to see a shrink
Lot of smoke
Got a cup a yopps
And a cup of paint
Got my mind trippin out
And I can't think
I'm inked up
Tell em write on me
No limit to my ink
Call me master p
BSM Boys
We worth a million
You standin at the bottom
That's a fuckin filler
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
R-Red polo red rory my shirt they caught me horsin
Baby bring three friends so we can have a foursome
I fucked em to my anthem hard in the paint
Fucked her till the bed break
Make that right leg shake
You know how I do
Bring a couple friends through
Lemme know if it's cool
Girl you a fool
How you ride dick
Got me sweatin' and shit
I'm on that Gudda shit
Man I need a Gudda bitch
Triple cutz on da phone
I'm on that purple shit
I'm out
Gotta take another sip
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
Zoo'd Cryst. at Benihana's
Stop flexin
You be in a Honda
Squad in the king
The giant will spend about a hundred
They got that long bread
You got that short caine
Only thing I miss is money and my court date
Feel sick
Need a checkup nigga
I can't spend it all
Cuz my check a nigga
Dumpin the ball
Better check up nigga
I don't need no stress
My respect up nigga
I'm up early in the morning
Get my cab before the cereal
Said I gotta eat
But I ain't talking cafeteria
Imperial
Killa cam in the cup
Southside beat with the whammie in tha trunk
Bitches in the back
Got my man's in the front
Baseball bat's 3 gram 1 hun
This ain't your ordinary pistol
Semi with the drums
Flocka smoke like he got a chimney in his lungs
They call me inky, inky
Write on me, write on me call me
4ozs of that drink
Zoo me the sprite
Bad bitches all around
So we gonna fuck tonight
A couple black
A couple spanish
Got a cup a white
An' they all jumpin dick
At the speed of light
She say she lov me
All because my body filled with ink
I think king filled em with crazy
Need to see a shrink
Lot of smoke
Got a cup a yopps
And a cup of paint
Got my mind trippin out
And I can't think
I'm inked up
Tell em write on me
No limit to my ink
Call me master p
BSM Boys
We worth a million
You standin at the bottom
That's a fuckin filler
2.Wingz
What a dope
Ak 47 mack 11 is the glass of artist
Turn your mother fucker block into a roll
Waka Flocka partner, big flex in another
Evidence
I got a girl dream who makes a few wingz
I made a few flicks the money grew wingz
Talk about few bottles, talk about few chains, talk about few
cars
Bout a half a mill car and drive way
Five stacks to my favorite dancer
Got your bitch going down like my time line
Call 500 horses grow wings
I made a few flips the money new rings
Homie this the life half a million dollar car
When I talk message get a gold chill...
Wake up in the morning two bitches, two switches wish I had to
dance up
Drink more more more more liquier tonight's a movie motion
picture
If I thought this bands would you lick up
Everything on me baby pick a...
And you can flick that bitch she's an angry birds
Whip game big chain, super charge
You know them cold boys goes stupid hard
Nigga swerving in that ride watch your step nigga get you murder
on that side
3.Chasin Paper
4.Bad Bitch
5.Weed, Drinks
White watch white liquor
Black and white girl which one to pick up
It's the perfect pitch up start pose
It's the perfect pitch up start pose
Make the big move now we are coping
.. choosing . down town we are moving
I am about to .. baggage claim
.. imagine what that auto cost
Loco money talk about that true true money ..
Shorty give me a .. whip them all drink that liquor she drink
that wine
25 soul I see a million .. tell me what the fuck is this
.. what she thinks .. left behind what the fuck
These naggers second guessing me I know the recipe
.. monopoly bitch .. when I ride
Drop that top let that .. came up in the game
Stumble up some change .. on these bitches
Money long match the numbers in my .. never hit that party
unless they let me
.. tell your girl about it
6.For My Niggaz
7.MGK
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
(MGK)
Kells
I'm an East side Cleveland wild boy (East side Cleveland wild
boy)
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like
cowboys
You're a white flag, throw that towel boy
I'm a jump right in that crowd boy
You're a Shhh! keep it down boy
And I'm a fuck you blow that loud boy
All I know is how to kill every one of my selves
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the states, put it on a scale
Measure out a half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it and light it up like it's Independence
Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snap back with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levis, put your kitty on it
Start grinding like the Clipse is on it
Drink until I get pissy biotch
Smoke until I get dizzy biotch
Lose control like Missy
But I'm a bad boy cause I'm with Diddy biiiiiotch
Uh uh
There he go that's John Doe
Uh uh
There he go that's John Doe
Uh yeah
There he go that's John Doe
Nevermind that's just Kells with that heat, (no) no LeBron
though
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
(Waka Flocka)
Brick Squad!!!
Uh oh here come that bullshit
Beat a nigga ass til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit,jump up in the crowd
bitch
I'm so mother fucking violent
Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o
We bustin bottles with bad bitches, blowin weed smoke
Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I'm screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw them bands hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low
Fuck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls bitch call me Goku
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that's the recipe
You gon' need king kong if you step to me
(MGK)
Yeah Cobain's back
Yeah Cobain's back
Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain's back
I call my weed Nirvana
Smells like teen spirit
And my pack's so fuckin loud you can't hear it (what？)
Ahhhhh!
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
8.Lights On (Remix)
9.Bullshit
10.Call It Dat
11.Vest On
12.Hell On Earth 2K11
These old niggas dead bring the forks out
Montana Josh Smith With The Hawks Out
Swiss cheese on him
I'll Japan flag ya head red beams on em white sheets on him
It's hell on earth
God gon' help you nigga help yourself first
Fuck forbes only thing workin for us
Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source
I've been gone for a second street miss a nigga
Broke with a swag？ or corny rich nigga？
Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1, New whip, white
bitch credit A1
This be the lock out take one
Chorus
I just met a new connect, ain't no stopping me, I'm the prodigy
And if you try to stop me, disrespect me
Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep
Chorus
Verse 2
I met this girl in new york, say she from Lefrak
Pussy nigga callin say he want his shit back
My reply back you kno how it goes
Shawty kick a door ive got robbed before, (FLOCKA!)
Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack
All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack (BAAAA)
Never been the one to talk I white sheet dat
Turn my back pulled down my B hat Bllaaattt (sooo Woooop)
This can't be life, I used to be a backseat driver
Now I'm riding in the Maybach
Couple of old friends trying to discredit me
I put on for this G-Shit honor me
Chorus
Verse 3
Heart of a lion Body of a Boxer
Mind of a criminal who just got out the box
Quality 16, dopamine flow, bottle pop rap pills and moscato
So many songs I got thousands kid
Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs
Feet up, VIP, lounging, bitch way I deal, not real, he's
counterfeit
Get you a infamous empire state boy
The real thing are we, no joke, I'm no toy
The most inglorious, notorious bastard
Don P, flocka and montana shit (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
13.Hi Jackin Planes
Is it me I am tripping
No calls on my phone
When I talk I hear echoes in your background
Lord I am a winner see no... hard till two guys two black suits
They say I am wanted for 33... me and... another 30 It ain't
Gucci
Sex... shorty all I do is shout All of you... make a nigger...
for monopoly
This is it the way to go I join... like a fucking pig
See life is a bitch show a finger fucking it
Pop the finger... cause I don't trust shit
Put your light in the air put your red cups up
Blow it backwards... up Hijacking planes 3 years in the game
Got the money and the fame but it ain't nothing really changed
Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
... at the window they think a nigger hustling
I am gonna keep grounding
I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep gunning
I am gonna keep gunning You want me for a feature
That's one brick
Show's gone for two bricks
... off my dick
All I know is... go get it win
... all from a niggers while they can You can't even trust your
bitch or your
Best friend
Rip it down nigger just like... barking my nigger we get it
poppin
You're gonna feel attention as soon as I walk in the building
Walk it stay low... I am gonna keep grounding nigger don't stop
In this industry lames get all the credit put your light in the
air
Put your red cups up blowing back what's back and fall down
Chorus
Hijacking planes 3 years in the game
Got the money and the fame but it ain't nothing really changed
Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
Police at the window they think a nigger hustling
I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep grounding
I am gonna keep gunning
I am gonna keep gunning I don't care about no... she say
Tasting money... like my fucking DJ
Love for the... no freeway
You all niggers industry I do this the G way
I am a... pussy nigger about that gun play
Sell... triple... all day Can't do it with the... give my
brother...
White diamonds on my neck call it...
I am gonna be ok I don't need too much
Just a red cup and one vanilla touch
Put your lighters in the air if you are fucked up
Fuck... three mores... and pore me up Put your red cups up
blowing back
What's back and fall down Chorus
Hijacking planes 3 years in the game
Got the money and the fame but it ain't nothing really changed
Bitches on my dick stay on phone keep talking
Police at the window they think a nigger hustling
I am gonna keep grounding I am gonna keep grounding
I am gonna keep gunning
I am gonna keep gunning
14.Blowing On Loud
15.I Want It
Better tell that bitch I want it
I want it no time for the play I am hot
I want it, henny in my cup, purple every where
Tell that bitch I am on it
Used to be a rolling stone now I am stoned rolling
I go to sleep drunk we wake up fucked all morning
Look at that drop look at them tights look at them wheels
New York city we bought it back
I am gonna tell that bitch I want it
I want it no time for the play I am hot
Tell that bitch I am on it
I am gonna tell that bitch I want it
I want it no time for the play I am hot
Tell that bitch I am on it
In the game spin it change
Shorty know I am on it so she fucked me good
I am gonna tell that bitch I want it
I want it no time for the play I am hot
Tell that bitch I am on it
I just wanna fuck baby you want it or not
Little momma I want it so bring it here
I am gonna tell that bitch I want it
I want it no time for the play I am hot
Tell that bitch I am on it
16.Round Of Applause (Remix)
(Burp) Excuse Me
Shorty wanna hmmmm
Alright lets go in the club man
aye bro you got a swish
Bro, how many 1？s you gettin bro
Alright fuck wit me Ill see you in then
(Uhhhh)
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it,
bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just,
Uhhhhh bust it like you cant afford a car,
You a star, you look in a mirror you know who you are, Right？
Cool, take it low, take it way lower than that
I fly private when I go, ain't no layover on that
Yeah I made it to the top, took a seat still sittin'
Man I'm up in stadium in DC still tippin,
She coulda paid tuition 5 times, still strippin
I just throw a couple bills and she'll have a pair a heels？ (Ohh
No)
There I go, magic trickin on yo ass, throwin every president
except for Nixon on yo ass
Make you rich I feel I should make commission on yo ass,
Wonder what you'd ever do If I went missin' on yo ass, huh？
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it,
bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just,
Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
Hair long, ass phat, shawty mean
That girl look like Halle Berry when I'm on them beans
When I hit the scene girls yellin' and they scream
Flocka can you be my baby daddy？
Pimpin like I'm dolemite, hoes jump in my caddy
Smoke like I got Cataract, In the strip club throwin up them
stacks
Got racks on top of racks, bust that pussy make that ass clap,
clap, clap
I ain't done wit you baby bring that ass back
Still got 20？s, still got 50？s, even got them 100？s
Throw some money, throw some money, Imma let it go,
Waka Flocka Flame better know as Mr.Let It Go
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it,
bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just
Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
bust it, bust it, like the twerk team
bust it, bust it, like the twerk team
Bricksquad monopoly, shawty that's my home team
All the smokers they gangsta green, Cant do no G talk
I need a classy girl in the bed she ain't gotta be a freak hoe
Bust it, bust it, Lay down on that floor girl
Bust it, bust it, gimme some more head girl
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it,
bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust It, bust it, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just.
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