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big flock - outro (verse 1 only) كلمات الأغنية

“big flock, trill family, thraxxx gang b-tch”

[hook]
g, that is his name
if he can’t hang, he’s got to get out the game (3x)

[verse 1: big flock]
i don’t f-ck with a whole rack of n-ggas man i only f-ck with my ken folk
i don’t f-ck with no dumb b-tches god d-mn i hate me a bimbo
i don’t f-ck sh-ll toes i let sh-lls go on my timbos
i hate me an ole’ bluffing n-gga always talking dumb like his chin broke
n-ggas know they ain’t real if they out here stunting while their friends broke
‘been smoking on so much girl scouts got me knocked out like its kimbo
you better watch what these hoes say cuz’ they’ll let you know who out getting dough
you better watch what your mouth say cuz’ my clips long and they slim though
b-tches love that denim swag their favorite jeans is them rugbys
and i don’t really like a rack of sh-t but my favorite thing is just money
a n-gga all on his cool sh-t cuz’ the rest of y’all on some dork sh-t
i smoke untill my lungs die cuz’ i’m all high off this cork sh-t
n-ggas bff pigs but i can’t get down with this pork sh-t
n-ggas out here spooning b-tches but i hit the hoes cuz’ i fork sh-t
everytime i hit the pack i get higher and higher like a forklift
im about to burn a lil’ n-gga up cuz’ it’s a fire-fire cuz’ it’s scorch sh-t
n-ggas need extra mustard for my benihana delight
if you want to beef today with me, then we’ll end the drama tonight
wild n-gga with tattoos, aiming shots at your pack mule
i know you know what that gat do, make a fast move you a d-mn fool –
he can’t hang where i hang, yea he can’t bang with my gang
my gang be banging them things, aiming them things at your brain
since i’ve been popping them pills i ain’t been acting the same
since i’ve been holding them steels i can’t stop clapping them things
my n-ggas came with a full clip, hundred drum full of pool sticks
lil’ chris pull in an audi with four hoes in the cool whip
snitch n-ggas are bullsh-t, trill n-ggas im cool with
ho b-tches don’t like, i’ll pull your cards like im dueling
all my n-ggas be wildin’ guns gone’ handle our problems
and your wifey a dumb b-tch i cut her off cuz’ she childish
all my shooters the finest, they come around-around eightish
and i pull out the stainless it’s gone’ be quick and painless
mac dre the insanist, turn your brain to a danish
and your b-tch be to brainless she really think my d-ck famous
i don’t like her that much, and i don’t call her no more
and all these pistols keep banging just like the pigs at the door

[hook]
g, that is his name
if he can’t hang, he’s got to get out the game (2x)

[verse 2: big flock] {later}

- big flock

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