Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

Free me see me throw da hatin'
Useless do sit keep da amazin'
Dont trip wont slip no whoopsie
See da King off u halucinatin'
You wanna talk about paper lets do it
10 at a time I'm use to makin'
Tell em' mee maw not Gucci baby
Goin hard in da spot like Gucci
Got sum true freaks wit me so cute in da
They lil bad ass call 'em my bossie
M.D.M.A. they
I feed 'em dick feed me turkey bacon
Sak pase get worth from haitians
Gotta coupe 20 mil' its worth today
Young tip Dro goin' turn da station
On da phone wit my nigga lil turkey dat...

I get so money man these niggas cant beleive me
Pocket BK whopper so you know its cheesy
And I be so I got these bitches want to see me
Everytime I hear them haters I say freeze me
Oh you to freeze me
Polo freeze me

after time
Oh you to freeze me
Polo polo me
Time after

Where's your at?

let the walls cave in on you
We live on, live on without you
let the walls cave in on you
We can't live on, on without you
let the walls cave in on you
You get what you give much is true
Don't let the cave in on you
You turn the world away you

Where's your at?
(Where your head at? Where head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
Where's head at?
(Where your head at? Where your at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
Where's your at?
(Where your head at? your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
Where's head at?
(Where head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flocka

Squad
Gotta main (And) gotta mistress (whateva)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so rich
Keep my dick hard, and me smoking [coughing]
You'll get bills free no jokin
Ey what I for? Flocka! (Brick Squad)
I'm a die for shawty man I swear to god
In the trap with killers and some hood niggas (Whassup)
Where you at? Where your You ain't hood, nigga
Keep this 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fuckin with me, G's and the Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da
Brick Waka Flocka Flame it's fuckin on!

I go in the muthafuckin paint
I go hard, i go, i go
I go in the muthafuckin paint
I go hard, i go, i go

Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)

Richer than the
We certified it CM YM Cash Money business
than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store
And later get
We smoked out with no on it
Them people passin so we on them
Ballin out we keep the cash on
and the Bentleys on the V-set
Louie lens iced out with the black
Car of the year Ferrari the new
No lie i'm higher i ever been
Born born uptown born to win
Fully loaded automatic 6
Candy paint foreign lights with my in
Born hustlin too big to size me up
stop me more money burn em up

Now wait a
(x5)
You know you make me
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop thangs

You I'll give it to you

(Hey-Hey-A-Hey)

(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-Hey-A)
(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-A-Hey)
(Hey-A-A-Hey)

Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop