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Knocked his ass out and kissed him on the cheek, uh He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh I run this city, might have thought I wore some cleats, uh Ain't ever heard someone like this up on the beat, huh? Tooti fruiti, the booty doody is jury duty Moody foodies, jacuzzis is filled with boujee booties All of this money don't know how to count it, man I think I need a computer I kill every demon, I live at the funeral, I got no need for a shooter Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh Yaaa Do you wanna reconsider, uh? Yaaa Lost control of a killer, uh Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh The whole label's drug dealers, uh (dealers, uh) If you build it, homie, they will come (they will come) If you turnin' up then save me some (save me some) Drop down and get your eagle on (eagle on) I don't care for boring people I think you're lame I only politic with goons who wil' out the frame Better take another shot, bitch it's not a game I'll beat it out the frame Baraka Waka Flocka Flame I am belligerent You know that I have a problem with acting a fool I don't talk to police I know nothing I swear to God that that shit is not true I'm a barbarian, hopped on adrenaline looking for something to do I'm remarkable, I'm on a roll If you need education, I'll take you to school Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh Yaaa Do you wanna reconsider, uh? Yaaa Lost control of a killer, uh Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh Wake up, brush off, get clean, look good Put on two chains, flexin', then whassup? So fly, to see me, you look up I win, you lose, fuck you, then whassup? I don't care for boring people I think you're lame I only politic with goons who wil' out the frame Better take another shot, bitch it's not a game I'll beat it out the frame Baraka Waka Flocka Flame I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit Now I think I will go catch a body Fuck yo' bitch, Fuck yo' bitch, Fuck yo' bitch And then I will go take a potty No teriyaki, I buy Kawasaki If your girl suck dick she can hop in the shotty She poppin' a molly We're coppin' a squadie Ooh, crew keep lovin' her body Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh Yaaa Do you wanna reconsider, uh? Yaaa Lost control of a killer, uh Yaaa I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh Sing this Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo One time Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo Two time Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo Tres time Karoo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo Hey Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo Hey Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo Hey Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo Hey Karoo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson, Jordan Beyer, Willie Clay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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