Shit I Like

(Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes) Ay man, LeBron Flocka James, Part five, DJ Trap-A-Holics Waka Flocka Flame, back to the motherfuckin' basics, man Crash Dem and Gurma, tight as fin and cash money (for three) Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Money, power and respect (go, go, go) Yeah, that's that shit I like Freak in the bed, boss in the light (go, go, go) Yeah, that's that shit I like Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) Yeah, that's that shit I like Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (boaw, boaw, boaw!) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah, that's that shit I like (damn, son, where'd you find this?) Tat my name on your hеart, used to limp it She say I'm dangerous, I say she choose it Shе know I'm toxic still pull up at three Tell her don't fall in love, now she stuck on me Hood nigga beat it up like R&B Got her running from the pipe, now she ready for the D Big flame, real game, I don't need no sleeping Hit it on the wall 'til the drywall broken (real trap shit) Biting on her neck got her gripping on the sheets She say my name louder than the sound of the beat She love how I thug her, love how I trap Love how I choke her while she throwing it back She addicted to the fame, addicted to the thrill Now she riding in a hoodie, no panties on Told her this lifestyle not a one night song I'm getting top while on hands on her Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Money, power and respect Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Freak in the bed, boss in the light Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like I ain't Cupid, girl, I shoot not love (yeah) Fiending for the dick like she hooked on drugs (yeah) Told her bend it over, keep dumd heels on set (boaw, boaw, boaw!) Why here the reason I ain't never gone home She the type to block her man when I text (uh) She the type to walk naked in a blacked outlets (uh) She don't want flowers, she don't want to be (yeah!) She want my hands on her throat while I'm digging in deep I give her cash, she call it a vibe (I do) I leave hickies where her pride used to hide (ay) She love when I talk, love when I flip (ay) She love how I move with that, yeah, on my hips (ay) They don't rule, but I'm real, she addicted to risk (ay) Told her don't run when that pressure thick (ay) She smiled, said, "Daddy, I was built for this" (dad) Put my name on her spine, then blew her a kiss Fuck me, suck me, don't let go of me Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Money, power and respect Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Freak in the bed, boss in the light Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Ride or die, girl, hold that pipe Yeah, that's that shit I like (go, go, go) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad) Yeah-yeah, that's that shit I like (Flocka, Flocka) Yeah, that's that shit I like Yeah, that's that shit I like Yeah, that's that shit I like (Squad!) Yo, Whoo Kid, it's time