R.I.C.O. Akkorde von
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame

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Tonart: A major
Verse 1
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Y'all hooting and hollerin'
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about who's hotter
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Got 28 sales next month man
Just closed two deal on my
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Email and my iPad
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30, 000 feet in the air I'm like
Fm
Db
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Gb
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F
that
Verse 2
Back in this bitch,
yeah I'm back in this bitch
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If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm
axing that bitch
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And I'm asking you rappers,
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do you ask your bitch for permission to sit
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down and piss? (Pussy!)
I'm actually rapping
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'bout factual shit
Couple hundred on chains
put that on my bling
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I'm a savage,
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I'm blessed and they asking you shit
And you do too much,
niggas get slapped like a bitch
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I make in a week what you make in a year
Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear
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I captain you niggas, please let me steer
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For hope for your niggas,
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and that shit is weird
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Yeah, you got a single
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- your swagger so boring
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Ab
I swear I feel like imma never stop touring
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They claiming it's time
to bring races together
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They come to my shows,
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get wasted together
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Party together
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Smoke one together
I'm changing the world,
y'all hope for the better
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My business I handle
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You rappers just rebel
They tell me "Come back",
but the game is in shambles
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And it's just a shame,
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they come in my lane
They want that old Flocka, that
Hard in the Paint
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Ab
They feel so authentic, you artists is lame
Face, car, I got credit charged into the game
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I matched in the gas and I
mastered my craft
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Ab
School of hard knocks,
got my Masters in math
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I count them like Scooter,
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then go see my jeweler
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Oh y'all some OGs,
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I'm original shooter
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They screaming "Free Gucci!" and
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yelling out "Squaad!"
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Like y'all niggas knew
us, man y'all niggas frauds
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I sell to Atlantic,
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but don't need a deal
Please do not panic,
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return of the real
(Flocka!)
Verse 3
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My niggas got hit with the
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R.I.C.O.(why?)
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Gb
We come in the prison with choppers
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like I'm freeing Chapo?
My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O.
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(you know)
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Flockaveli a classic,
so please stay tuned for the sequel
Verse 4
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They tweeting and talking
and dissing and blogging
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Ab
Try me in July, you be missing by August
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My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses
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You soft as that pillow you talking... on,
gone
Fu- Fuck fu- fuck it I'm back
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Put your hands up front, to the back
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Swiss blade to your jawline
It's our time
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Imma count down from 10, draw 9s
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Fuck the confederate fags
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Ab
Looking racist in his face and ass
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Why you hate me cause I'm black?
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The police ar rest us, blast us,
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trap us, athletes, rappers, actors
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Put a picture up and act like a pastor,
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please
Shhhh- shit!
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Man,
Verse 5
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I should be touching
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Fm
the people
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Db
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Fm
Still hustle like hustle is legal
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Fm
(squad, squad)
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Boy, I'm feeling like I'm
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Bugsy Siegel
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Ab
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Loordd, deliver me from evil
Fm
Gb
(please)
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Loordd, who the fuck are these people?
Verse 6
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This is a chapter, a verse and a testament
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Post for the reference,
I think it's evident
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If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence
I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President
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Fm
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And fuck Don ald Trump,
man
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I'm sending you straight to Mexico
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to live in, motherfucker
I'm out, man,
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Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear
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A lot of rappers slain
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My young niggas asking
"Can I snatch his chain?"
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Look down, said "I though the same
Gm
thing" (ya dig!)
Flockaveli 2, middle finger
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Fm
Ab
fame
F
Fm
(I'm with the
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shit!)
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Ab
Made a million dollars off of rapping
Made a million dollars off of trapping
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Fm
Made another quarter million
off of capping
Flockaveli 2
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