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Featuring Wooh Da Kid Prod. By Southside On The Track (Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame) I woke up this morning too turnt' up, my nigga I be balling Pink slip shawty, I don't do no fucking lease Niggas try snitching, wanna run to police Put it on my niece, you gon' die before me I put that on the team, Grove Street nigga Where I'm from we don't brag if we catch a body nigga That's just life Real shit nigga, that's just life Watch out for your friends when they got a knife Blood brothers, me and Wooh Da Kid Run them over here, no more hard year A six mill' years, that's real shit I'm on my squad shit, flex go hard, bitch (Hook: Waka Flocka Flame) They know my war stories, niggas know me Walk up dumping, high me Everybody killers, where the bodies? In the hood, where you could find me Blood brothers in the club, it's a movie My hood, you can call it grimey Lights, camera, action SongtexteCenter of attention, mention Wooh Da Kid and Flocka That's a bad decision (Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame) B.O. Flame, family above money Loyalty spelled backwards, Waka Flocka Flame Wanna wear my chain, wanna drive my car, wanna fuck my bitch All in my business, get off my dick Niggas bullshitting I got that sack right now Niggas bullshitting First scrap, thank you to my brother Wooh Everything green, pussy's Soo Woo I built it nigga, watch me break this nigga I'm one grateful nigga, all I do, you ain't thankful nigga? I'm from Riverdale Road, Grove Street Last time that I checked, they know O.G.'s (Hook: Waka Flocka Flame) They know my war stories, niggas know me Walk up dumping, high me Everybody killers, where the bodies? In the hood, where you could find me Blood brothers in the club, it's a movie My hood, you can call it grimey Lights, camera, action Center of attention, mention Wooh Da Kid and Flocka That's a bad decision (Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid) All I know is grind, 25/8 Like fuck it I need it now, niggas can't wait Knife or the pistol, let you choose your fate Neighborhood buzz, I'm moving state to state Wooh Da King in this motherfucker Heavy metal, three chains in this motherfucker Flocka Flame that's just my blood brother Could never be pussy, I got a gangster mother Most of these niggas fake, the rest is iffy Could even null around, niggas won't tempt me Hole in his head, I guess he lost his mind And he thought he was a winner when he crossed the line (Hook: Waka Flocka Flame) They know my war stories, niggas know me Walk up dumping, high me Everybody killers, where the bodies? In the hood, where you could find me Blood brothers in the club, it's a movie My hood, you can call it grimey Lights, camera, action Center of attention, mention Wooh Da Kid and Flocka That's a bad decision Aus Songtexte Mania