Waka Flocka Flame Selector Lyrics

This old nigga’s dead, bring the fox out
Montana drive smiff with the hawks out
Swiss cheese on ‘I, our Japan flag, a head, red beans on ‘im
White sheets on ‘im, it’s hell on earth
God gon help you nigga, help yourself first
Fuck Forbes, only thing wokin’ for us
Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source
I’ve been gone for a second, street misnick
I broke with a sweat, well call me originate

[Eavvon O’Neal]
This is for TV selector here, Waka Flocka. Three Kings Tattoo, uh. How’s it goin’ over there?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
I’m gettin’ one of the baddest girls in the world on my leg. Every time I walk you gon see a bad girl behind me. Three Kings gon sleeve these legs, right? Let’s go.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
If you had to estimate how many tattoos you actually had, what do you think?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Well over fifty.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
When did you get your first one?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
I was like sixteen, fifteen and she was mad as hell [points at Mama Flocka Flame]. I got it on my head, my fingaz.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
Oh shit
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Yea man, think it was a bold first move. I was dead ass serious about Hit Squad. That’s why I’m down with the Hit Squad. Man, you know wut I’m sayin’?
[Eavvon O’Neal]
Life’s bigger than the majority of first record, right?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
[Eavvon O’Neal]
So what’s the feel , how’s that different? First record then second record.
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Umm, big producer, South Side. He like 80% of my achieving. He home for the squad. See, Lex and South Side is a part of me. They started, Lex and South Side created that sound together with my base. Lex blew up, be better with melodies and stuff, way better. Like you know wut I’m sayin? Uhm. South Side killin’ with the base. But together, they combined and they made a sound. And both are masters of it.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
Did working with them changed like how you approached beats with other producers or you just pop it down?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
The producer come to me like ‘yo what kind of sound do you want?’. I’m like ‘I dunno’. But when you play it I know it, when I hear it. I know sometimes, most beats, I like the guitars in ‘em. I love guitars in my beats. That shit made me want it. That’s most of my accomplishment, guitars.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
Is it different like freestylin’ over a beat than writin’ the one?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Way different, my style ain’t free. I don’t freestyle, I got rap hook to hook. So that’s how I rap, like hook to hook. So I go ‘that’s the space right there?’. ‘Fill that space up? Cool’. You fill the space up. Like with me, I just rap over emotions. I feel. Like somebody like ‘yo. You can’t give me no topic. I don’t wanna worry ‘bout the topic cuz it’s hard for me to do that. Cuz if I don’t feel it, I can’t talk about it.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
We have like two not super electronic but kind of electronic. And then you pick which one, what’s better for you and then you go.
[Waka Flocka Flame]
[Eavvon O’Neal]
So this is the first one. It’s called Bid Kids by Lunice.
[Waka Flocka Flame]
I love how the beat sound, I like it
[Eavvon O’Neal]
So does this work for you at all?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Yea, let me try the next one, let’s see what the next one is about. That’s that hard shit right there.
[Eavvon O’Neal]
So this one’s called City Star by Rustie. Is this one better? You like it? Or we play the other one?
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Last one better, I like it better

Yo yo yo yo smak the beat off
Shut up hold up hold up, don’t touch the beat
Born with no daddy, raised by a woman
Build the wings so my dreams I keep pursuin’
(Wutchu wan do?)

Stop the beat
I want them to hey these lyrics
I wrote this
It’s so serious

I’m lyrically spiritual, magical
When I hit the thing uh

Look at my face
It’s serious

Shit I ain’t gotta do no talkin’
My diamonds they be B-hoppin’ and crick walkin’
Straight up the…

It’s serious

Yo, hold up, hold up
I take your hat, throw it on your back
To make you look like a lab rat
My flow is like a asthma attack
But they ain’t hear me though
Turn the music up louder bro

That was the greatest freestyle of the world
Tell Jay Z, come hawl at him
But you wanna do miles everybody, I’m lyrical sir

I’m dead ass serious

Every dollar in my pocket, Imma spend it all
When the nigga die they gon sing Shorty Rock
Got a whole lot o’ money, bitches got me funny
Bottle key poppin’ and why the mad hoe jackin’

It’s a party it’s a party it’s a party aye
It’s a party it’s a party it’s a party uh

My brother on the pill, my hood up on the drum
Roll in the lot, I’m tryna get fucked up

It’s a party it’s a party it’s a party aye (yeeeeeeeee)
It’s a party it’s a party it’s a party uh (yeeeeeeeee)

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