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waka flocka flame - off with his head lyrics
[hook: waka flocka flame]
if i front his -ss a pack, and he run off with the work
i’ma send the young’uns at him, he gon’ get his -ss murked
off with his head, off with his head
heard he talking sh-t about me, when i see him we gon’ bust
we don’t do no f-ckin’ talking, in the squad, i trust
off with his head, off with his head
[verse: waka flocka flame]
shoot in the club like i’m sean, beat a n-gga -ss in the alley
n-gga won’t la me, how the f-ck a robber gon’ sue me?
what the f-ck this world coming to?
one deep, strapped with my boo
no hesitation, she gon’ shoot
red bottom, her shoes
[?] on her back, zip ’em up, that’s a black bag
shoot first, put it on my flag
elm street, shawty, piru
[?]
for them 3, i’m gon’ shoot
3 deep plus jay, wooh
with them chopsticks, we a fool
[hook: waka flocka flame]
[verse: bl–dy jay]
[?] on your head (we will) ooh. [?] talk to ’em
off with his head, whole lot of blood
get shed, blood, ice and it’s red
pressure, blood pipes, some n-ggas get scared
all i’m fearing is the feds
matter fact, f-ck the feds
round rico, [?] the nino
matter fact you are uno
before you get a dose
molly, lean, the antidote
quick to let that hammer go, where the ammo go
in about to get a lit up in a ho
3 more, free row
been taken, 3 word, super soaked, red shirt
waka with me, red shirts, big b like the red socks
i will leave that one shot, bang, headshot
[hook: waka flocka flame]
[verse: wooh da kid]
my strap cold, run it man, we ball, that sh-t hammer time
we bumming up on the referee, [?] we feeling fine
off with your h-e-a-d, you f-ck n-gga
my young n-gga just 5’2″, so no need to duck n-gga
bought a pistol, you bring it
wooh da kid, my name, b-tch
what the f-ck is you thinking?
elm street what i bang, b-tch
thugging like pac in the 9-oh
in the home with you want 9 hoes
swearing on christ and i put it on my life
at the same time f-ck 9 hoes
my young boy got young boys
don’t f-ck around and die young boy
my young n-gga, he’s 16, he walk around with that gun, n-gga
if i front you a pack, better bring it back
off with your head, can’t get it back
hit it then cl1ck then you hear a crack
off with your brain like [?]
[hook: waka flocka flame]
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