Letras
(Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes)
Ayy, man
Lebron Flocka James
Part five
DJ Trap-A-Holics
Waka Flocka Flame
Back to the motherfuckin' basics, man
(Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
For three
Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Money, power and respect
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Freak in the bed, boss in the light
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Whoo Kid)
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad) (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (I love it)
Tat' my name where your heart used to live at
She say I'm dangerous, I say she choosin' (Flocka)
She know I'm toxic, still pull up at three
Told her don't fall in love now she stuck on me (yeah)
Hood nigga beat it up like R&B (baow, baow, hey)
Got her runnin' from the pipe, now she beggin' for the D (hey)
Big flame, real game, I don't do no simpin' (Flocka)
Hit it on the wall 'til the drywall broken
Bitin' on her neck, got her grippin' on the sheets
She say my name louder than the sound of the beat (hey)
She love how I thug it, love how I trap (Waka)
Love how I choke her when she throwin' it back
She addicted to the fire, addicted to the thrill (yeah)
Now she ridin' in a hoodie, no panties on
Told her this a lifestyle, not a one-night song
I'm gettin' top while I'm "No Hands" on (I love it)
Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Money, power and respect
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Freak in the bed, boss in the light
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, I love it)
I ain't Cupid, baby, I shoot not love (no)
Feenin' for the dick like she hooked on drugs (yeah)
Told her, "Bend it over, keep them heels on" (baow-baow, baow-baow)
She say, "Waka you the reason, I ain't never goin' home" (Flocka)
She the type to block her man when I text
She the type to twerk naked in a blacked-out Lex'
She don't want flowers, she want war and beast (yeah)
She wants my hands on her throat while I'm diggin' in deep
I give her care, she call it a vibe (I do)
I leave hickeys where her pride used to hide (hey)
She love when I talk, love when I flip (hey)
She love how I move with that yeah on my hip (hey)
Say I'm rude but I'm real, she addicted to risk (hey)
Told her don't run when that pressure get thick (hey)
She smile, said, "Daddy, I was built for this" (daddy)
Put my name on her spine then blew her a kiss (I love it)
Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me (you know)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Money, power and respect (you know)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Freak in the bed, boss in the light
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe
Yeah, that's that shit I like (go)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka)
Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (squad)
Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, I love it)
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Yeah, that's that shit I like
Squad