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 - Billy Deal
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 - D. Privott
 - Joseph Kevin Antney
 
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Waka Flocka Flame - Smoke, Drank lyrics
A long ride to the west
 M.O.B. across my chest
 Lord please don't let me rest
 Why these niggas wanna test
 Nigga please give me strength
 One time, I don't got friends
 Ride this shit to the end
 Can't lose man I got to win
 Flockaveli im that Damu, oc
 Light skin, tats and dreadlocks
 Niggas playin cops like Madlock
 Aim on point with his scope and his beam
 Aim at your head like oily machine
 Leave a nigga dead eyes open
 Ba-ba-ba nigga hold that
 Bitch I'm from the Grove
 Where niggas have a hand, they get on the stove
 Some pop pills, some take it up the nose
 Where niggas fucking hoes at thirteen
 Living street life, fuck a hoop dream
 Bricksquad that's my home team
 [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] (x12)
 Middle finger to the feds
 M.O.B tatted on my leg
 A couple niggas wanna see me dead
 Act like D-bo get Craig'ed
 Pussy niggas heard what the fuck I said
 Room service too, I'll make your bed
 Bury your body in a backyard shed
 Make a nigga whole body shake, no dreads
 Niggas don't really want to roll with kids
 I got more connects than a highway bridge
 Flow been cold, stored in a fridge
 A lot of niggas talking about what they should of did
 Call the niggas square like a mother fucking grid
 I'm on my grown man like a nigga had a kid
 Got to ball on you niggas like I'm playing for the Knicks
 Hit 'em with a shotgun, call that shit the crips
 I ain't worried about the cops, I'm too legit
 I got to put money over every single bitchWaka Flocka Flame - Smoke, Drank - http://motolyrics.com/waka-flocka-flame/smoke-drank-lyrics.html
 Mouse in the hood, trapping for that cheese
 Balling cause I hustle like I'm playing overseas
 I was raised in the streets, me and my pistol
 Moving these pounds on my bicycle
 I'm so official, I earned my stripes
 Bitches on my dick like a parasite
 I make her tap out like the cane's spiked
 Then I smoke and drank all fucking night
 Waka, what it do cuz?
 I'm fucking with you nigga the long way
 Let's get this money
 Bricksquad in the building
 See I'm gonna smoke till I can't smoke no more
 Then drank till I can't drank no more
 ? money see and my chick grow
 Stand up tall till it can't no more
 Try me if you want, I swear to God I'll split your cantaloupe
 My chopper fully loaded, I'm a squeeze on you till there ain't no more
 I run with a C like Flock and them
 Green flag, my partner them
 Hitsquad, yeah there's a lot of them
 You get an Oscar slim, for acting gangsta
 A boss to him, better get your rank up
 Real money, been hell I bank up
 In the club? to the? drank
 Who is this nigga trying to act like me
 Suede, getting money, bounce back like me
 Every hood, every block, count stacks like me
 Fully loaded Glock, stay strapped like me
 You no body, of Kebo Gotti
 Flocka with a tool, been none got him
 Been none hit him, been none shot him
 Been none off him then laugh about it
 Then blowing on kush, straight from Cali
 I ring shit straight out the valley
 I'm a duct tape stealer and I ain't talking alley
 Riding in the bird and I ain't talking falcon
 Plead the 5th, every time they ask me
 Disappear, just like it's magic
 Then reappear, lights, camera, action










