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Waka Flocka Flame - Warning Lyrics



Waka Flocka Flame - Warning Lyrics




[ Featuring Comethazine ]

DP on the beat
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
We bustin' bottles, we be countin'
Rockin' chains
'Cause we came from shit, nigga

I got niggas in the kitchen
I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug
Now we eatin' at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich
Now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man
They ass turn to freaks my young niggas TTG
You gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny
Roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch
I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em
I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and
We love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga
You might catch me in your house
F*ckin' your bitch on the couch
Puttin' dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South
So you know them pistols out
You niggas tuckin' chains in
I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga
Somehow I got famous rob Waka Flocka, bitch
You talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shakin' ass
Young niggas twisting fingers

Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak'
And I'm sippin' Wock
Your bitch tryna f*ck, she a dyke
That bitch gave me top
Lamborghini MurciƩlago, V12 skrrt off the lot
Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch
Take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top
If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt
I make his body drop
Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go
I never stop
This f*ckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho
That boy gon' always flop

I got niggas in the kitchen
I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug
Now we eatin' at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich
Now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man
They ass turn to freaks my young niggas TTG
You gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny
Roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch
I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em
I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and
We love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga
You might catch me in your house
F*ckin' your bitch on the couch
Puttin' dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South
So you know them pistols out
You niggas tuckin' chains in
I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga
Somehow I got famous rob Waka Flocka, bitch
You talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shakin' ass
Young niggas twisting fingers

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
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DP on the beat
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
We bustin' bottles, we be countin'
Rockin' chains
'Cause we came from shit, nigga

I got niggas in the kitchen
I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug
Now we eatin' at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich
Now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man
They ass turn to freaks my young niggas TTG
You gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny
Roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch
I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em
I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and
We love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga
You might catch me in your house
F*ckin' your bitch on the couch
Puttin' dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South
So you know them pistols out
You niggas tuckin' chains in
I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga
Somehow I got famous rob Waka Flocka, bitch
You talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shakin' ass
Young niggas twisting fingers

Bitch, I came in with the chop, me and Wak'
And I'm sippin' Wock
Your bitch tryna f*ck, she a dyke
That bitch gave me top
Lamborghini MurciƩlago, V12 skrrt off the lot
Told that lil' dumb slutty bitch
Take off your skirt, bitch, keep the top
If that boy want smoke, hit where it hurt
I make his body drop
Bitch, I'm TTG, I'm trained to go, on go
I never stop
This f*ckboy a dork, a dweeb, a ho
That boy gon' always flop

I got niggas in the kitchen
I get pounds dirt cheap
I'm in New York with the plug
Now we eatin' at Felipes
I know niggas that got rich
Now they ass flat broke
When them good girls start strippin', man
They ass turn to freaks my young niggas TTG
You gon' die if it's beef
I don't want no f*ckin' peace, pour my Henny
Roll a leaf
I don't wanna see no flex, bitch
I tatted up my sleeves
I told Cannon if he kill 'em
I'ma send him three bricks
Man, we love robbin' robbers and
We love extortin' trappers
I'm a disrespectful nigga
You might catch me in your house
F*ckin' your bitch on the couch
Puttin' dick all in her mouth
I'm just a nigga from the South
So you know them pistols out
You niggas tuckin' chains in
I thought y'all was some gangsters
Swear I'm just a street nigga
Somehow I got famous rob Waka Flocka, bitch
You talkin' out your anus
Leave you brainless, you niggas lame to us
Bitches shakin' ass
Young niggas twisting fingers

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
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Performed By: Waka Flocka Flame
Featuring: Comethazine
Language: English

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