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Dorrough

"Randy Savage"

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
Two Glocks, one blunt, and a bad b*tch
I'm flexing on these n*ggas, Randy Savage
Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some Actavis
b*tches we be swapping out look like some actresses
Two Glocks, one blunt, and a bad b*tch
I'm flexing on these n*ggas, Randy Savage
Pop a molly, smoke a blunt, drink some Actavis
b*tches we be swapping out look like some actresses

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said I'm trying to see what's happening, little mama what's up
Three diamond chains on my neck, with Texas in my cup
Jumping off the top row, tell these b*tches that's what's up
Four hundred for the Ghost, I got a check, run it up
Snatch a chain, you ain't tough
Hundred racks, that's not enough
f*cking bad, breaking swag, cute ass, that's up
? up, I got a check
Don't gotta borrow, it's on deck
In my pocket, I'm gon pop it at your noggin, Randy Savage
I'm a legend, boy you know it
Hundred dollar bills--I don't flex, I throw it
Hopped in the club and I'm gon' roll it
And these molly's we don' chewed it
Your main b*tch, we ran through it
Leg dropping these b*tches
Blowing Backwood's, I can't do no f*cking Swisher's
Take a picture

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[Verse 2: B Ceeze]
Gon' pop that pus*y for a Squad n*gga
We ain't worrying bout your man, we let them bands hit him
Money all I see, money all I know
Money all I get, I stack it from the floor
Twenty doves and fifties, no chains
When on the dash, spent fifty on some earrings
n*gga's saying what they know, we get big chains
2 Glocks, for these n*gga's trying to hit man
On the molly's and we rolling, better see you boy
Extended clip, fully loaded, wouldn't want to be you, boy
Stay flexing on a n*gga, Randy Savage
Catch me flexing on the coupe, with a bad b*tch

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[Verse 3: Frenchie]
Flexing, hard, out this, planet
Macho, man, Randy, Savage
Bands Andre the giant, taller than that
Call me Lex Luger, I got torture racks
You better keep your eyes open, for you take a trip with that undertaker
I'm a stone cold n*gga, middle finger up like f*ck a hater
Don't reach for my legs, I aim straight for the head
?, ?
Sony, got them, 808's
Boy I'm straight with the cake
Smell of the rocks cooking, that's straight up base
Kill them with this slow flow, cause most n*ggas got no flow
Slow dough better than no dough, now that's a no-no

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