Completely unapologetic big dumb club hip hop - every song does what it says on the tin, repeating the title of the song somewhere around 4,000 times, in the intros, choruses, bridges, and outros, peppered with "Waka!" and "Flocka!" and (weirdly?) "flex!" more times than seems reasonable, plus plenty of general grunts and shouts.
There is a song called Fist Pump. Peak Waka.
It's blunt as shit, mostly fun, occasionally clever, the kind of stuff Girl Talk used to put alongside pretty electronics to make the white kids move, but now it comes pre-Gillis'd.
I had a good time, came out exhausted, an ex-kid too old for the club 3/5
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