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big flock - no introduction (first day out) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
you know me, i don’t need no introduction
in this b-tch, not for that paper
i’ma ufo, abduct a n-gga b-tch
im the dog, i might f-ck around and hump a n-gga b-tch
we keep a dog, go head and bite take a chuck off n-ggas sh-t
now please listen my whole gang on tokyo
i’m off the supermarket
deep p-ssy, boney b-tch, built like a supermodel
in tenth grade me and lizzle had on that superdy
and if you want beef, bullets h-ll really super size me
you think you sliding on this block? that sh-t is suicidal
all these freak b-tches in my trap, look like a bridal shower
i keep that heat, i keep them hoes, i ain’t no firefighter
when my little brother touch that knife, he think he micheal myers
they was screaming free flock, till he free!
a n-gga home now i need me a (?)
feel like the amb-ssador of glizzy but i ain’t shy or 3
my b-tch been scared lately ‘cause she ain’t seen this side of me
you spent yo reup on them clothes, that sh-t -ss backwards
i pick and choose the yellowbones
i think i’m (?)
i like my chopper small and light, so the stock act detachable
the shot you heard across the street, wasn’t nothing but a distraction
7.62’s guaranteed to make them bodies drop
as soon as his heart stop that’s when that body fart
i’ma 187 soldier i talk that body talk
put a half a gram on my hand, she l1ck that molly off
fully automatic choppa’ watch it get to chewing
all this kickback, it seem like i don’t even know what i’m doing
i don’t shoot baskets i shoot n-ggas f-ck a patrick ewing
chocolate b-tch, p-ssy fatter than a pair of ewings
when i’m jhi hungry, i’m at hooters with them shooters
i’m gl1cking hard, so if you smart you better keep your ruger
this perky got me in my jam, feel like i’m hula hooping
we bring ‘em hammers to your home, but this ain’t home improvement
this draco like a flame thrower, i call ‘em charizard
we call my n-gga ave the doc, he chop off body parts
fn five-seven that’s my bodyguard
and it’s stuffed in these skinny jeans, they fitting tighter than a leotard
big flock i’m a general, i ain’t no collin powell
remember when i ain’t have sh-t, just like a new arrival
i got yo bm in my bas-m-nt, and she kirking out
we specialize in torture, ave go get the curling iron
and b-tch yo -ss is way too loud, you need to simmer down
she making all this f-cking noise, we might just k!ll her now
i really grew up in them prisons, i been in and out
since i put d-ck up in his b-tch, i just can’t get it out
you heard them stories, now you see me in the flesh
before them dogs that’s on my waste (?)
better use your brain, you better not come down second left
‘cause they’ll be seconds left, before we see that lil ghost float out your chest
the vest that’s on my chest, the same one worn by atf
the mop i got don’t clean sh-t up, it’s just gon’ make a mess
the wood that’s all around this kay, is like a meeting desk
barred get a good look at his face before you meet with death
my youngin’s started out with hundreds not no 3.80’s
the type of sh-t to catch on fire, and get you cremated
they loyal to me, but more loyal to the streets baby
don’t play hard ball, it get your little brother g baby

- big flock

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