Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, B. Ceezy - I Love lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, B. Ceezy - I Love lyrics]

I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disrespect
This is where he get it at
I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disespect
This is where he get it at

I love getting money, I love rocking shows
I love seeing stacks
I love counting bankrolls
I love bad bitches, I love pimping hoes
Stay fresh, stay fly, man
That's all a nigga know
I love blowing loud, all I blow is dro
And I love with my outfit
Call it stack 'em more
Mission long when they see me 'cause
They know it's going down
I love when my car be sitting
High up off the ground
I love when I shine, I love when they hate
I love when I stunt to look
Up at these niggas' face
And they when they see me 'cause
They know I'm throwing stacks
Got no love for no hater if
He try me for some racks
And I'm from the south side
Ask about me in my city
I run like, some niggas ain't fucking with it
Hit'squad Taliban, I'm out here, squad up
Better put your gun up
Y'all niggas can't dodge us like

I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disrespect
This is where he get it at
I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disespect
This is where he get it at

I'm 6'8, so you know I had to ride tall
Couldn't hoop
Paint the whip orange like a basketball
Then ride with me
Gotta fuck with me the long way
If I don't like you, I might slap you
Catch me on the wrong day
They looking for me, shit
Tell them that the wait is over
I'm sitting tall like I'm
Riding Yao Ming's shoulders
They say I'm hot, I'm on fire like a matchbox
I mean to bang my screen
Lifting up like a laptop

Thirty-six O's
Talking a thousand-eight grams
If he try to rob for that
Paralyze him like he's Superman
Three dollar Supermans got my trap booming
I'm the nigga, I'm the man
Call me Waka Flocka, man
Pistol grip chopper, man, yeah, chop a man
Spin him like a ceiling fan
Shoot him like a cameraman
Money to the ceiling, man, So Icey villain
Man itchy finger trigger, man, try me
I'ma kill a man

I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disrespect
This is where he get it at
I love hitting the mall, I love popping tags
I love bad bitches, I love riding fast
I love automatics, I love getting cash
If a nigga disespect
This is where he get it at

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