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lirik lagu big flock - the intro

my b-tches say i be crushin em, i say i be k!llin em
them n-ggas mad i ain’t trustin em, them n-ggas be acting to feminine
my girl fat, hair done her back that her -ss look like a caribbean
that cat be so wet, that my d-ck feel like an amphibian
go ape sh-t with the banana clip on my momma n-gga im gorillin em
and the drum and the simple handgun look just like a d-mn cinnabun
you want war then n-gga come get you some, them bullets my n-ggas be drillin em
if you known for havin them drugs then here i come i am cinna mon
my new old b-tch named maryan, that b-tch gotta son his name darien
darien got so much water that n-gga room look like an aquarium
i told maryan that im bagging him, she better keep quite librarian
them irons you’ll think that i married em, cuz i never leave home without carrying em
and blood keep him a pump and n-ggas already know
and i call my trap the bluff, im the brand new curtis snow
? pulled a big pole, that .44 will knock off your nose
d-mn right your b-tch done chose
probably my clothes or this bankroll
and these lames dont really bumpski, bag his -ss rest in peace humpty dumpty
and i been smokin so much ganja, its like rest in peace to my lungses
and i fell in love with silencers, cuz every shot it go pew
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get them racks up or imma act up cuz this b-tch i gotta go boom
and this b-tch a certified gunka the way she suck it call her vacuum
if i got any situations hit mac dre cuz shawty k!ll em
your shawty in love with this 40 cuz my sonny out like a pilgrim
cuz i smoke like im a jamaican, got big guns like a haitian
got meds like im caucasian, got goop like im from blue haven
[?] your kidneys in, make your whole godd-mn center melt
pour nuggets across his m-ffin, now his brain look like a cinnamelt
if lincoln a leave him stinkin, now his -ss smell like a tuna melt
dump his mother in the river, just like a [?] how them d-mn tuna felt
this 30 will make a n-gga sh-t himself, if he got beef with my n-ggas he better k!ll himself
all i do is smoke weed i dont do nothing else, my father said “son, you something else”
“everytime you walk in you got designer belts” im sorry bob i can’t help myself
i will f-ck your block up, with the glock up, leave you shot up
and them eat some pasta with [?] imposters
your b-tch said im lookin like bag, i said your n-gga look like 1 dollar
keep a 9 like a million dollar, turn a rapping n-gga into a fossil
my choppa go boom-shaka-laka, aye flock you sick get a doctor
on your -ss like im mr. crocker, baking cake like im betty crocker
no limit like silk the shocker, when it come to squezzin this choppa
imma cool -ss young wild n-gga now all the old heads they look up to me
im plottin on every dealer,so now all the plugs dont f-ck with me
they be like aye flock why you skunkin me, thats your fault you shouldn’t be trustin me
all the wild n-ggas thats on the hunt with me
gone be the same wild n-ggas thats gone stunt with me
my eyes too red i need some eye drops, 9 to his chest now a n-gga heart stop
[?] now that n-gga lookin like a cyclopes
lil chris pull up in that audi, shoot up sh-t then we outtie
dont worry about if we bought it,should be worried bought gettin bodied
i could never sweat no b-tch cuz a n-gga dont pop no mollies
my guns be fully equipped cuz too many n-ggas plannin to rob me
i swear this pump gone rip n-ggas thats why im in love with my shotty
n-ggas say they bumpin my sh-t so get ready for trilluminati

- lirik lagu big flock

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