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• Artiste: Waka Flocka Flame
• Titre: What They Want
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Yeah, yeah Yeah, we just have emotions, just doin′ what we wanna do, really You know what I'm sayin? Really, no pressure on none of this shit You know what I′m sayin? Trapaholics, bitch Lame-ass nigga, come and get your ho X opp out, like tic-tac-toe I can hop in the Maybach and drive these donks All the bad bitches get what you want Yeah, hair done, nails done, new salon, what you need? (Yeah) Fuck the bitch like I'm still out on bond (yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck with me, smack ass, pull her hair (get drunk) Bad bitches they just wanna have fun All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want (let's go) All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want (damn, son, where′d you find this?) Do you do direct deposit? Mm-hmm, direct to knockin′ (can't talk) If you ain′t got it, if you do, then she swallow (on IG) She be modelin (here), niggas followin' She bring the dollars in, could make a bottle bang (Real trap shit) hundred bands with it too, hundred bands make it too Made plans in Peru, new ass with it too (what it do?) Copped an AP, took AP too (A, AP too) New crib, new car, look at what that ass do All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want (yeah) All the bad bitches get what we want (for three!) Credit card swipe (swipe it), ten racks (damn) Flew to Miami came back ass fat (oh) New Range Rover, she a bartender Why she too damn fine? I′ma ski in her, got on the Amazon dress in the see-through Cheap shit, hell yeah, I fuck the bitch (nigga, me too) He put the curse on the bitch, nigga, we woo Like Future said,"All the bitches love seafood", walk All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want (ay) All the bad bitches get what we want (look) Get turnt (get turnt), get loose (get loose), she the truth (whoo) I don't need one, I need two, shit, I need a group You, you, and you (you-you), and her too (ay) I′ll go to hell if I ever hurt you (yeah) She gon' sing my raps like she got a verse too She ratchet, she fine, she nasty, she mine (ay) Yeah, I bought the watch, and I got the purse too (ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, real big bags, and she poppin' in sale And when she get mad we go shop at Chanel And every other day I send a thousand on Zelle Your last man was gettin′ money, baby, I couldn′t tell Let's go All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want All the bad bitches get what we want (damn, son, where′d you find this?) Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Flocka!), I pay for hair, outfit, and toes (you now) I turn into a cameraman, shawty strike a pose (you now) But can you make it clap while your fingers on your toes? She swingin' around like a ballerina, man, you should′ve seen her (seen her) Big booty bitch named Tisha, she a eater (facts!) Fucked me on the first night, yeah, that's a keeper (yo!) Washing machine head, man, you know I can′t leave her Are you her? 'Cause I'm him (her, him) Handicap match, me, you, and your friends Durag, butt naked, Louis V. Timbs Pat my back, girl, you know I′m him, trim