WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - G-CHECK LYRICS

Writer(s): LEWIS, LEXUS / MALPHURS, JUAQUIN / JOSEPH, LAMAR / DEAL, BILLY / MOSES, JOE
Artist: Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
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Date: Originally added at 6:54 am October 07, 2003.

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I see this ***** reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo *** claimin'?

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I ran up on this *****, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no

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Ran up on this *****, finna check the boy status
Look him right up in his eyes like, ***** where you from?
Who yo big homie? What block you *****s bang?
Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies.
Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies
You ****in' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
I'm from west side (?), west side (?)
God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
I'm taking *****s flags, you better leave the spot
For all *****s on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
I ain't give my name for free, **** I had to get it in

I see this ***** reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo *** claimin'?

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I ran up on this *****, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no

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***** frontin', I'm hit him up,
***** what, we can get em up
***** *****s aint real as us
Just like a candle I lit em up
Always talking that tough ****
I ain't the ***** to **** with
Choppers loading up, *****s folding up,
Superman couldn't duck this,
(??), big boss, VL is all I know,
Catch ya in that field hoe,
Steamers rolling up real slow
*****s breaking out scared as ****,
Tuck and tail, you a man or what?
I ain't think so, **** and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up

Lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
What you claim, better say it now,
Got a gun better spray it now
Oh you will get your *** knocked off with the (?),
Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce

I see this ***** reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo *** claimin'?

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I ran up on this *****, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no

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It's money over everything,
Five, four wedding rings,
Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
B's up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
37-62, (?) is like a ****ing zoo,
Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's,
AK-a chopper *****, silence when that chopper squeeze,
**** em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob,
When we say **** em new west, this is Brick Squad,
Down like I'm 'posed to be, *****s don't get close to me,
I'm blood and ***** this blood's on the set, this how it supposed to be,
We thuggin *****, we supposed to beef,
We killin' ****, you supposed to grieve,
Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (ha ha)

I see this ***** reppin', right side hangin',
flamed up bangin', what set yo *** claimin'?

G Check
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I ran up on this *****, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no

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