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Waka Flocka Flame

"Obituary"

[Intro]
DJ Scream, Waka Flocka
Hood Rich
Clayco, we in this motherf*cker, man
I’m back, now I’ve been all around the motherf*cking world man
42 cities, 11 countries
n*gga, I’m still touring man
Off 3 years ago music and I’m still making millions off my old sh*t

[Hook]
I’ll bust your head, it ain’t sh*t to me!
Have you planking dead, it ain’t sh*t to me!
Flocka!
Arms up, screaming "Victory!"
Obituary, read you out of history (x4)
Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

[Verse 1: Waka]
Rappers coming out the closet like they Jason Collins
Rappers beef with other n*ggas, they don’t want these problems
I just get it popping, grew up, I didn’t have an option
My youngins, they ain’t got a option, they’ll shoot your sh*t up
That’s facts n*gga, stay strapped, n*gga
Ridin 'round town with that same fat, n*gga
That’s D Dash, when he smash, choppa with a blast
6 hour surgeries and a body cast
Ah, ride on the enemy
Give a f*ck about this industry
Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy
Headshot, top back, J.F. Kennedy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wooh da Kid]
Adopt your soul, it ain’t sh*t to me (Adios!)
Bodies dropping, I see murder like Master P
Obituary, you just made history
No prints, just an unsolved mystery
Copped my first strap when I was 14
20 shot, real painkiller like morphine
Dope bars, add em up, I need more fiends
I can see it in his face, he soft as Ice Cream
Wooh da Kid, Waka Flocka – bad news
I swear these boys nuts, no cashews
Cross the line, you gon' die today
Dropping money on ya head like he DOA

[Hook]

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