• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Kukla-mu - Harry Belafonte
• Google Me - Waka Flocka Flame
• Google Me - Teyana Taylor
• Google Me - Yung Staxs

Kukla ha kukla Mu
Kukla ha kukla Mu
Kukla ha kukla Mu
Kukla Mu my doll that's you
Kukla kukla Mu
Kukla kukla Mu
Kukla kukla Mu
Kukla Mu my doll that's you
Kukla kukla Mu
Curley hair and saucer eyes
A little goddess in disguise
Crimson lips and button nose
My love for her just grows and grows
Dimples in her lucid cheeks
Twinkling softly when she speaks
Full of mischief full of fun
A ready smile for ev'ry one
Ever laughing ever gay
Kisses always thrown your way
To see her is to love her too
That's my little kukla Mu
Curley hair, kukla Mu
Saucer eyes, Kukla Mu
Crimson lips, kukla Mu

[Intro:]
OHH YEAHH!
[Chorus:]
Google me google me
It's gon tell you I'm a real nigga
Google me google me
I ain't never been scared nigga
Google me google me
I have been shot in jail nigga
Google me google me
I'm a always keep a tool on me [x2]
[Verse 1:]
I'm fresher than a babys ass
Tryna get that baby cash
2 deep in the coop just me and chazz
All I see think and dream about is cash
Never ever had cash wat I rap for is cash
Let's get money nigga signed to so icey no swagg
Flocka bout his cash jim carey chain on my trunk green as the mask
10 17 you can call dat shit brick squad 4 90 37 you can call dat shit hit squad
Slow down I'm goin outa breath flocka goin hard thinkin smart makin new friends keep my
Hands in I'm about a dollar and I got no fuckin sense I need a big ass house with a white
Picket fense
(so flocka)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Google me tell me wat you find cocaine dealers stay cookin all da time
Whippin four ways babys and nine murderistic minds keep a 40 by my side
Cartel be a real mexican goonie trap doin crazy numbers(?)pussy talkin shit but now
He sayin nothin pull up to the red light mgm dumpin 2 always zoomin dats part of my
Wardrobe scared of killin niggas then wat you got a strap for if you ain't gettin money
Then what you live for six figure playmate on my fucking cellie phone
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Google me nigga pull up my resume it's gon tell you I do gangsta shit everyday
I swear to tell the whole truth and nothin but the truth so I gotta keep it 100 wen I'm in the
Booth and wen I'm in the streets even in my sleep I can go anywhere bet they'll remember
Me into the red scott you better do yo homework I had my own pistol I had my own purp
I never been a bitch I never turned snitch so if you disrespect me that'll get you burned
Quick I hate bitch niggas I hang with real guys cause I'm a real nigga you better realize
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4:]
Google me mother fucker k-I-n-t-e-o waka flocka so icey mafia may cut throat
Ball heads tatted up mexicans from da a box chevorlet 28 amigo gettin paid
Google me see me black rag and pistol love dis gangsta shit gutta life is what I live fo'
Type of nigga that'll blow no blow type of nigga that'll snatch yo hoe south atlanta
Murder street in the hood you'll find me forest park riverdale tool on deck google me
Need work need pills friends yeah just google me make money live fast drug fights and

What's the word? I'm the word on the street
Ain't nobody hotter than me, broads wish they was me
Huh! I'm superb, fly like a bird
Sixteen, with the baddest curves, Weezy checkin' on me
I'm hot hot! But I'm cooler than your jewels
I'm a big shot, probably seen me in the news
Explorer, Safari, you know where your girl be
If you want to find me, baby, you can Google me
You ain't even gotta ask nobody 'bout me
I'm certified on the internet, read about it
If you're looking for me, go and pull it up
'Cause I'm a celebrity, I know you done heard of me
You ain't even got a clue but it's so true
They flashing the cameras 'cause baby I'm the new new
So if you looking for me go and pull it up
'Cause I'm a celebrity, go 'head and Google me
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
I bet you find me in Webster under the word 'star'
And I shine like the deuce 6's on the car
Can't get away from my pictures everywhere you are
Wanna see a living legend? You ain't gotta look far
Up close and personal, don't act like you don't know
I'm all professional, check the record
Put it in your search engine, 'Teyana, the princess of Harlem'
Baby, you can Google me
You ain't even gotta ask nobody 'bout me
I'm certified on the internet, read about it
If you're looking for me, go and pull it up
'Cause I'm a celebrity, I know you done heard of me
You ain't even got a clue but it's so true
They flashing the cameras 'cause baby I'm the new new
So if you looking for me go and pull it up
'Cause I'm a celebrity, go 'head and Google me
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
(Teyana)
On the cover of the magazine
Hand wavin' out the limousine
Interviews, puttin' it down in the booth
So you can see me and hear me
Every day, all day I grind
So you can go ahead gimme my shine
'Cause I'm a prodigy, you ain't gotta believe me
Google me
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Ye'ain't nobody
Google me, baby
You better ask somebody
You better Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby
Google me, baby, Google me, baby

Yeah
Google Me Mixtape
Swag em
Str Drop Ent.
Course:Google me google me
You gone have to google me
My swag on a galaxy so you gone have to google me
Str8 drop ent bitch you know who we be my swagga on a galaxy
So you gone have to google me:repeat 3xs
Verse 1: If you tryna rob stick em better have smarts
I live everyday like a kid in the dark and I don't need
A night light not even a spark cuz valentines days the
Only day he got heartI sell em sweet dreams like I sold
To ya bitchescareer it's a wrap like the nite before christmas
Call me Mr.Gifted cuz my point of view differenta vocalizition
With extended definition collab and collision could be bad for the bidniz
So I recognize real and keep fakes at a distance damn they mad I make
Hits in a instant ya bitch baught my album but I'm not pimpin and I'm not
Trick lets get that thru ya mind I can smell bullshit the brains of a K9
3 fangers throw it in ya face for the 3rd time pink up ring down and the peace sign I'm still on Elaine duckin Chatman and Bia big out here yall
Lill niccaz knee high I'm all over the honey like I came out the bee hive
My swagga on a galaxy you gone have 2 google me
Course repeat 2xs