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Lurkin' (feat. Plies) - text

Waka Flocka
In the train to after life
Higher than a motherfucker
Partying with Jesus Christ
Hold on trap
Hold on trap
Try TM shit one more time
Please my nigga
Squad
Hey
Fuck all the nigga man
Nigga off the city
Nigga over there throwing show
Nigga ain't givin' money
You nigga talking crazy
Fuck wrong with you nigga (808 Mafia)

Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad

Hide dogs on first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Hide dogs at first sight
If you ain't gonna run that top it nigga
Hands off of Flocka nigga
Want to flop his ass out
Shout it with that mouth about
While y'all nigga' bring the bitch about
Ain't a nigga' that bend that hard
I doubt that, they ain't shot nobody
And you ain't shoot back
Ain't my nigga' with a hardhead
Two penny, flat back
With an f' in your click clack
That's the sound of us lurkin'
Outside of your trailer
Outside of your peeps house
Outside of your momma house
Outside of the club
Chillin' at your concert
Shootin' 'til my fingers hurt
Waka Flame

Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad

Next rapper disrespect me
Imma knock 'em out
Pull off at his concert
And join that knowin' with that mouth about
Nigga ,short temper like I'm JJ
Clinking like a hottub
Got hairs like a wolf
With silk on beat
With you know who
Hope your boy down the ride nigga'
All my niggas gonna ride nigga
Can't wait 'til the day we goin' live nigga
I advise niggas not to fuck wit me
Better all fucking with me
My fingers stay sticky
Don't leave no money around me
Welcome to, Clayton county
Say you will toral
Say I'll fight it to the demon
I follow the nigga sway
You can call in my singer
Look at my skit
My nigga be playing
Chillin, waiting for the drop
They gonna know this shit real
When I lick off the shot
Man but a dry school,my flesh hot
Hundred round clip in the AR15
Bet it wake up yo whole block
Waka Flocka motherfucker

Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Lurk,lurk,lurk
Squad

Yo I did it J
Pussy I drove up on the street
Guess at least I'll work in ackle
This bitch sure got alot of kin
Do what I need y'all nigga to do
Ask me 'bout another bitch
Ask me 'bout a body
Some illegal shit
I plead the fifth
250 round, pussy
That's that our kind of shit
Ride right in a river car
With the zone on I tip they shit
Stop hiding, duckin' and dodging nigga
Let's go get it over with
For air shots, closed cast
I give my all nigga,bonus here
Motherfucker I.R.
I'm tryin' to end you permanently
Y'all niggas wanna talk it out
But me and my niggas want to burn your bits
We lurkin'
Everybody got sticks on them
Lurkin'
We lurkin' nigga all the time we want it

Lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
My boys they be lurkin'
Nigga we lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
My dawgs they be lurkin'
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad
Squad

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