Make Me Wanna Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Free me see me throw da dueces hatin' 

Useless do sit keep da truth amazin' 

Dont trip wont slip no whoopsie daisy 

See da King fallen off u halucinatin' 

You wanna talk about paper lets do it baby 

10 mil' at a time I'm use to makin' 

Tell em' mee maw jealous not Gucci baby 

Goin hard in da spot like Gucci baby 

Got sum true freaks wit me so cute in da face 

They lil bad ass call 'em my bossie babies 

M.D.M.A. they twerkilatin' 

I feed 'em dick they feed me turkey bacon 

Holla Sak pase get worth from haitians 

Gotta coupe 20 mil' what its worth today 

Young tip Young Dro goin' turn da station 

On da phone wit my nigga lil turkey sayin dat... 

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I get so much money man these niggas cant beleive me 

Pocket BK double whopper so you know its cheesy 

And I be so fresh I got these bitches want to see me 

Everytime I hear them haters talking I say freeze me 

Oh you need to freeze me 

Polo polo freeze me 

Time after time 

Oh you need to freeze me 

Polo polo freeze me 

Time after time 

Where's your head at? 

Don't let the walls cave in on you 

We can't live on, live on without you 

Don't let the walls cave in on you 

We can't live on, live on without you 

Don't let the walls cave in on you 

You get what you give that much is true 

Don't let the walls cave in on you 

You turn the world away from you 

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Where's your head at? 

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Where's your head at? 

(Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) 

Where's your head at? 

(Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) 

Where's your head at? 

(Where your head at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?) 

Flocka Flocka 

Waka Waka Waka 

Flocka 

Flocka 

Flocka 

Waka 

Flocka 

Waka Flocka Flame 

Brick Squad 

Gotta main bitch (And) gotta mistress (whateva) 

A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich 

Keep my dick hard, and keep me smoking [coughing] 

You'll get bills free shawty no jokin 

Ey what I stand for? Flocka! (Brick Squad) 

I'm a die for this shawty man I swear to god 

In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas (Whassup) 

Where you at? Where your trap? You ain't hood, nigga 

Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood 

Crips fuckin with me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret) 

Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da dome 

Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame it's fuckin on! 

I go hard in the muthafuckin paint 

I go hard, i go, i go hard 

I go hard in the muthafuckin paint 

I go hard, i go, i go hard 

Yuh (Yuh) 

Yuh (Yuh) 

Yuh (Yuh) 

Yuh (Yuh) 

Richer than the richest 

We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business 

Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store 

And later get served 

We smoked out with no roof on it 

Them people passin so we smash on them 

Ballin out we keep the cash on deck 

Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V-set 

Louie lens iced out with the black diamonds 

Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider 

No lie i'm higher than i ever been 

Born rich born uptown born to win 

Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz 

Candy paint foreign lights with my b-tch in 

Born hustlin too big n-gga to size me up 

Cant stop me more money burn em up 

Now wait a minute 

(x5) 

You know you make me wanna 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

You know I'll give it to you 

Hey-Hey-A-Hey 

(Hey-Hey-A-Hey) 

Hey-A-Hey-A 

(Hey-A-Hey-A) 

Hey-A-Hey-A) 

(Hey-A-Hey-A) 

Hey-A-A-Hey) 

(Hey-A-A-Hey) 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop 

Pop, pop, pop those thangs 

Pop, pop, pop