CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hard in da Paint (Clean)
(Lex Luger)
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
(Flocka!) Got a main (main) (And?) Got a mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
(Yuh!) Keep my (Yuh!) hard, (Yuh!) and keep me (cough oughc fpfu)
You'll get bills free, shawty, no joking (Real talk!)
And what I stand for (Flocka!) Brick Squad (Brick squaad!)
I'ma die for this shawty man I swear to god
In the trap with some (with some) with some hood (Bow!) (What's up!)
Where you at, where you trap, you ain't hood (hood)
(Bow!) 3-300 with that (with that) on my hood
(Flocka!) crips, with me Gs and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrat!)
Esés and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad Waka Flocka Flame -ckin home
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
(Flocka!) What's up (What's up) (What's up)
What's up (What's up) (What's up)
They got on that, make your momma's momma miss you
Hope you got your, with you
Hope you got your, -ggas with you
Hope your goons ridin' with you
They gon', miss you
(Bow!) w-with an attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died I said "School"
I picked the (Flocka!) up, then I grabbed some (Waka waka!)
T-Two years later screamin' out "Here, your honor"
(Flocka!) (Flocka!) -ay If you want the beef
Shawty, point black range I put (Bow!) (Bow!) (Bow!) to sleep
Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
Broad day, in the air, like the (Waka!) legal
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka Flocka, Flocka, (Waka)
Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squaaaad!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squaaaad!
Yuh
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
(Flocka!) Got a main (main) (And?) Got a mistress (What else?)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
(Yuh!) Keep my (Yuh!) hard, (Yuh!) and keep me (cough oughc fpfu)
You'll get bills free, shawty, no joking (Real talk!)
And what I stand for (Flocka!) Brick Squad (Brick squaad!)
I'ma die for this shawty man I swear to god
In the trap with some (with some) with some hood (Bow!) (What's up!)
Where you at, where you trap, you ain't hood (hood)
(Bow!) 3-300 with that (with that) on my hood
(Flocka!) crips, with me Gs and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrat!)
Esés and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad Waka Flocka Flame -ckin home
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
(Flocka!) What's up (What's up) (What's up)
What's up (What's up) (What's up)
They got on that, make your momma's momma miss you
Hope you got your, with you
Hope you got your, -ggas with you
Hope your goons ridin' with you
They gon', miss you
(Bow!) w-with an attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died I said "School"
I picked the (Flocka!) up, then I grabbed some (Waka waka!)
T-Two years later screamin' out "Here, your honor"
(Flocka!) (Flocka!) -ay If you want the beef
Shawty, point black range I put (Bow!) (Bow!) (Bow!) to sleep
Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
Broad day, in the air, like the (Waka!) legal
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka Flocka, Flocka, (Waka)
Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squaaaad!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squaaaad!
Yuh
(Flocka!) I go hard in the (Flocka!) P-P-Paint (Flocka!)
Leave you stankin, what the (what the) thankin (thankin)
I won't die for my label, what I talk about (Brick squaaaad!)
Front yard, broad day with the (B-b-b-b-bow!)
See Gucci, you can call him big bro (Flocka!)
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad boys
Waka Flocka Flame one hood (Hell no! Ridin'!)
Ridin' real slow, bending corners, my (Waka Flocka!)
