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    Waka Flocka:
    I said
    You a fuck nigga
    You a-You a fuck nigga
    You a fuck nigga
    You a-You a fuck nigga
    You a fuck nigga
    You a-You a fuck nigga
    You a fuck nigga
    You a-You a fuck nigga

    (I said)

    Waka Flocka:
    Heard you were snitchin'
    I can't fuck with'cha
    Just bought a FM for a fuck nigga
    I just bought that new [?] for you fuck niggas
    I just seen your main bitch, I might fuck with her
    You ain't keep it real when your partner went to jail
    Took the charge for you, you ain't even post his bail
    I was in the 9th grade in Clay Co. busting bail
    R.I.P. To Travis Scott, D. Marks [?] and fish scale
    I don't fuck with rappers
    I don't want no features
    I don't do no swap-outs
    You ain't living what you rap 'bout
    Rap gang with me, so you know them racks out
    And you know them sticks out, I call Bruce [?] to blow your brains out

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    (I said)

    Drecco:
    Young, rich nigga, I me
    Southside living that [?]
    Make (?) to that homie Flocka
    Told (?) clean up the street
    Even though we riding too deep
    Got 60 niggas under the seat
    And another 100 on the back seat
    You niggas really don't want beef
    Got 30 of the blue tip
    30 of the red tip
    Got 4 pistols posted on my hip
    Greco, nino, I do not slip
    Hit 'em with the chopper make her do a whole front flip
    Say Drecco [?] be on the whole fuck shit
    (?) split, now I got a whole brick
    Back in the trap still selling these nicks
    Damn I'm special, I still on a nigga dick

    (I said)

    Lil Troup:
    You a fuck nigga
    I don't fuck with'cha
    I don't trust nigga
    Run up out, bust niggas
    You a lame, I don't fuck with'cha
    You ain't heard that
    Hit them with that 40 pussy nigga bet you heard that
    Bitch where them birds at I'm cooking dope
    I feel like Richard Porter, rich off selling, cooking dope
    We got that Perc we got that Xanax we got-gotta smoke
    [?] we rolling off that molly, let's turn up some more
    Everyday I roll that reefer
    I feel like Wiz Khalifa
    I got a foreign barbie with me, got some things to teach her
    I got her singing like a choir, I feel like a preacher
    No I don't fuck with lame niggas so don't ask for features

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