Tag Team - Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane

Please excuse me for being a G, that’s just the way they raised me\nI ball so bad, I pay for it, I want to see her naked\nShe shaken like she got a seizure, shorty goin' crazy\nDatin' all kinds of important people, her swag is amazing\nWanna go to Costa Rica? Kick around and play it?\nWe could just-a stay in or I could take you shopping\nCorporate smoking pounds of reefer but I got a make it\nHate on me, no snitchin' either, I’m just trying to make cents\nCan you get me cocainia? I’ll tell you to take it\nRest of them toy desert eagles, ak — she be fakin'\nRole my blunts in deuces cause I’m so very impatient\nMeet em, then I greet em, then I bust all in their faces\nHook (Gucci Mane):\nJumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring\nHe fucked her then he tagged me. We call it tag team\nFuckin' bitches after shows. We call it tag team\nFuckin' bitches on the road. We call it tag team\nVerse 2 (Waka Flacka Flame)\nI’m diggin' that mix, tag team with the right hand\nMake me a Sprite and I’m going all night man\nGucci got the front, so you know I gotta get the back\nGive that ass a smack, for a fact. She gonna throw it back\nDick in her hand, like spit on that\nThe lil' purdy lil' thing put kids on that\nGirl, I want that pussy. Girl, gimme that\nGot have that. Long hair, ass fat\nYou know you wanna nigga like me\nDread-head, tats and some gold teeth\nAll the sights on me, I can’t get girls up off of me\nI’m a stone cold stunner call me Flacka\nAll that shake, do it come with fries?\nThe way you twerk that ass, got a nigga crosseyed\nHook (x 2)