HI JACKIN PLANEZ-Waka Flocka

歌手 : Waka Flocka

专辑 : Twin Towers 2 No Fly [Mixtape]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:27

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TXT HI JACKIN PLANEZ-Waka Flocka 文本歌词

HI JACKIN PLANEZ - Waka Flocka

Is it me or I'm trippin' them folks on my phone

When I talk I hear echoes in the background holmes

Looked out my window seen a black Tahoe

Dark tints two guys two black suits

They say I'm wanted for third degree swag

Drop twenty in Louie another thirty in Gucci

Sacks filled shawty all I do is shop

Rolly on my left wrist make a ni**a jaw drop

BrickSquad Monopoly this is it

The way the girl lock-jaw dick she like a f**kin' pit

They say life's a b**ch so I'm finger-f**kin' it

Wit a finger condom on cause I don't trust sh*t

Put your lighters in the air

Put your red cups up

Blowin' back woods

Back to back I'm f**ked up

Hijackin' planes three years in the game

Got the money and the fame but ain't nothin' really change

B**ches on my dick cell phone keep jumpin'

Police out the window man they think a ni**a hustlin'

I'mma keep grindin'

You want me for a feature that's one brick

Shows goin' for two bricks told her snort it off my dick

All I know is grind go get it wit' it

You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim

Where I'm from niggas rob their kin

You can't even trust a b**ch or your best friend

Riverdale ni**a this like Compton

Our pistols always barkin'

My ni**a we get it poppin'

You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the buildin'

'Rari sit low to the Earth call it caterpillin'

I'mma keep it grindin' ni**a don't stop

In this industry lames get all the credit

Put your lighters in the air

Put your red cups up

Blowin' back woods

Back to back I'm f**ked up

Hijackin' planes three years in the game

Got the money and the fame but ain't nothin' really change

B**ches on my dick cell phone keep jumpin'

Police out the window man they think a ni**a hustlin'

I'mma keep grindin'

I don't care 'bout no "he say" "she say"

Chase this money love dineros like my f**kin' DJ

Lap full of w**d ridin' on the freeway

Y'all niggas industry I do this sh*t the G way

I'm a boss p**sy ni**a 'bout that gun play

Self-made triple B's ni**a all day

Can't do it with the Glock then get my brother K

All white diamonds on my neck call it Lisa Ray

I'mma be okay I don't need too much

Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch

Put your lighters in the air if your f**ked up

Flocka give three f**ks Remi Martin pour me up

Put your lighters in the air

Put your red cups up

Blowin' back woods

Back to back I'm f**ked up

Hijackin' planes three years in the game

Got the money and the fame but ain't nothin' really change

B**ches on my dick cell phone keep jumpin'

Police out the window man they think a ni**a hustlin'

I'mma keep grindin'