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Knocked his ass out and kissed him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have thought I wore some cleats, uh
Ain't ever heard someone like this up on the beat, huh
Tooti fruiti, the booty duty is jury duty
Moody foodies, jacuzzis is filled with boujee booties
All of this money don't know how to count it, man
I think I need a computer
I kill every demon, I live at the funeral, I got no need for a shooter

Chorus
Yah
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, huh
Yah
Do you wanna reconsider, huh
Yah
Lost control of a killer, huh
Yah
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, huh

Verse
The whole label's drug dealers, huh dealers, huh
If you build it, homie, they will come they will come
If you turning up then save me some save me some
Drop down and get your eagle on eagle on

Hook
I don't care for boring people
I think you're lame
I only politic with goons who wile out the frame
Better take another shot, bitch it's not a game
I'll beat it out the frame
Barack a Waka Flocka Flame

Verse
I am belligerent
You know that I have a problem with acting a fool
I don't talk to police
I know nothing
I swear to God that that shit is not true
I'm a barbarian, hopped on adrenaline looking for something to do
I'm remarkable, I'm on a roll
If you need education, I'll take you to school

Chorus
Yah
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, huh
Yah
Do you wanna reconsider, huh
Yah
Lost control of a killer, huh
Yah
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, huh

Verse
Wake up, brush off, get clean, look good
Put on two chains, flexin', then whassup
So fly, to see me, you look up
I win, you lose, fuck you, what's up

Hook
I don't care for boring people
I think you're lame
I only politic with goons who wile out the frame
Better take another shot, bitch it's not a game
I'll beat it out the frame
Baraka Waka Flocka Flame

Verse
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit
Now I think I will go catch a body
Fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch
And then I will go take a potty
No teriyaki, I ride Kawasaki
If your girl suck dick she can hop in the shotty
She poppin' a molly
We're coppin' a squaty
Ooh, cookie I'm loving the body

Chorus
Yaaa
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh
Yaaa
Do you wanna reconsider, uh
Yaaa
Lost control of a killer, uh
Yaaa
I'm gettin' bigger, gettin' bigger, uh

Outro
Sing this
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
One time
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
Two time
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
Tres time
Karoo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo
Hey
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
Hey
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
Hey
Karoo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo, koo-koo-koo
Hey
Karoo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo, roo-koo-koo