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Flocka Flow Video (MV)




Performed By: RMG
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: real moke




RMG - Flocka Flow Lyrics
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(Yeah, huh?, what?)
(Bitch)
(The f*ck?, Bitch!)
Mrs. Smack a Bitch, I don't care about the rest
Talkin' all that shit but you don't say it with your chest
Come through with that shit and you know what happened next
Got your ass dealt with, all it took is one text
Bitches always talkin' but they never on go
With my right hand man and they call him get Low
You say the wrong words and you know that he gon' blow
Niggas tryna catch up but that shit be too slow
Really havin' motion, gettin' money only way
Steppin' on these bitches necks I did not come here to play
Beefin' bout a nigga man you niggas really gay
I don't f*ck with y'all bitches, give a f*ck bout what you say
I can't f*ck with none of y'all niggas cause y'all niggas strange
All these bitches be on go for money and that fame
I could f*ck with her but a hoe I'll never claim
762. leave a hole in his back like Dame
And they can't even cry for help cause we on they ass
Tired of dawgin the fin, I might go ahead switch to the Jag
I can't trip off you baby, cause I been in my bag
She only want money from me, bitch, I'm not yo dad
And they don't be on shit, RMG shit stamp it on your f*ckin' forehead, bitch
(Bitch)
And we really step on shit
Bet not throw shit this way, I got high alert and I'm takin' that bitch back for six
(Bitch)
Why the f*ck do this girl keep throwin' a fit
I don't even jam for real, but I get me a soda and remix that bitch with some tris
And this bitch bad as shit, but she can't get a kiss
She a lil' freak with angel numbers on her wrist
F*ck with her, can't cuff, she can go on the list
(Bitch)
Mrs. Smack a Bitch, I don't care about the rest
Talkin' all that shit but you don't say it with your chest
Come through with that shit and you know what happened next
Got your ass dealt with, all it took is one text
Bitches always talkin' but they never on go
With my right hand man and they call him get Low
You say the wrong words and you know that he gon' blow
Niggas tryna catch up but that shit be too slow
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(Yeah, huh?, what?)
(Bitch)
(The f*ck?, Bitch!)
Mrs. Smack a Bitch, I don't care about the rest
Talkin' all that shit but you don't say it with your chest
Come through with that shit and you know what happened next
Got your ass dealt with, all it took is one text
Bitches always talkin' but they never on go
With my right hand man and they call him get Low
You say the wrong words and you know that he gon' blow
Niggas tryna catch up but that shit be too slow
Really havin' motion, gettin' money only way
Steppin' on these bitches necks I did not come here to play
Beefin' bout a nigga man you niggas really gay
I don't f*ck with y'all bitches, give a f*ck bout what you say
I can't f*ck with none of y'all niggas cause y'all niggas strange
All these bitches be on go for money and that fame
I could f*ck with her but a hoe I'll never claim
762. leave a hole in his back like Dame
And they can't even cry for help cause we on they ass
Tired of dawgin the fin, I might go ahead switch to the Jag
I can't trip off you baby, cause I been in my bag
She only want money from me, bitch, I'm not yo dad
And they don't be on shit, RMG shit stamp it on your f*ckin' forehead, bitch
(Bitch)
And we really step on shit
Bet not throw shit this way, I got high alert and I'm takin' that bitch back for six
(Bitch)
Why the f*ck do this girl keep throwin' a fit
I don't even jam for real, but I get me a soda and remix that bitch with some tris
And this bitch bad as shit, but she can't get a kiss
She a lil' freak with angel numbers on her wrist
F*ck with her, can't cuff, she can go on the list
(Bitch)
Mrs. Smack a Bitch, I don't care about the rest
Talkin' all that shit but you don't say it with your chest
Come through with that shit and you know what happened next
Got your ass dealt with, all it took is one text
Bitches always talkin' but they never on go
With my right hand man and they call him get Low
You say the wrong words and you know that he gon' blow
Niggas tryna catch up but that shit be too slow
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Writer: real moke
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