Fist Pump Lyrics - Triple F Life: Fans, Friends & Family - Waka Flocka Flame

Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out) 

They don't even know how to act now (act now) 

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air... 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump 

Baby jump around for me, bounce 

Say that shit now break it down for me (down for me) 

Let's hit the buckle, couple rounds with me (rounds with me) 

Grab my hand, let me take you to VIP (chuck chuck VIP) 

See, my life is like a movie 

Patient, what the fuck is you thinkin'? 

Better yet, what the fuck is you drinkin'? 

Better yet, what the fuck is you smokin'? 

What's hapennin'? What's up? 

If you feel like me, you're fucked up, put your cup up 

I'm in the club poppin' bottles, got a girl drunk 

Say the instance of a fist pump 

If you that call, if you that jump 

Arms in the air, Shawty do the fist pump 

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Do you know where we at now? (at now) 

Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out) 

They don't even know how to act now (act now) 

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air... 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump 

Fuckin' off the club when we fist pump 

Whole party lookin' at us crazy cause we destruct 

My body showin' symptoms of liquor in my system 

Her booty workin' hard like it's time to own a pension 

Now listen: face face I'm drash 

Don't really wanna see me no more 

Can't say we gang high, ballin' like a bank shot 

Around, get your ego broke 

Last time I was dissed up 

I swear it was a year ago 

From standin' up when we leave the club 

I'm a call that shit a miracle 

Photos 

Cause damn, I'm gold 

Twist up, mixed up, twist up 

And her booty too big for the seats in my coup 

I'm a have to put it in the pick-up truck 

Damn, I'm gold 

Mixed up, twist up, mixed up 

And we feelin' leave here with so many bad bitches 

We gon have to take 'em home in the pick-up 

Do you know where we at now? (at now) 

Drinkin' bottles 'til we pass out (pass out) 

They don't even know how to act now (act now) 

Now put your fist in the air, fi-fist in the air air air air... 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump fist pump fist pump fist pump 

Now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump now fist pump