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foolio - kay flock كلمات الأغنية

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pop out the car, i shoot my chop
i don’t understand these brand new opps
make that call, i close down shop
north to the west, we got it on lock
drill in designer like kay flock
i love you bae, like my glock
you my heart, you my rock
you my sun, you my star
‘nother shootout through the night, d_mn (thanks, yakree)
i could’ve lost my life, d_mn
thank god i shot [?]
just sent jb a kite
she love my stolen rentals
she laid up with a k!llers
on a block with them members
i got her smoking filters
she knowing i be with the set
deep in that p_ssy, it’s wet
scamming, i run up a check
finessing, she gave me [?]
i’m speeding, i hope i don’t wreck
she kissing the cyst on my neck
i’m kissing her all on her neck
she say i’m a k!ller, i say that’s a bet
bought her designer, that’s my lil’ barbie
she love my watch, she watching my carti’
just hit the club, get sh_t rocking
sis from the bricks, she know i’m popping
back to the block, just me and the guys
she bought me a glock, she know she a vibe
call up dukes, he gon’ slide
know how many mamas we made cry
know how many n_ggas that done died
know how many n_ggas we done shot
know how many n_ggas we done k!lled
all these n_ggas wanna be opps
all these n_ggas really be cops
fresh off a drill, back to the block
deep in the water, she know how we rock
chop got a fifty, it come with a stock
dripping designer, i’m rocking dior
scream, “go deep,” i give her some more
said she love to be with the 6 ’cause she know we upping the score
opps be broke, opps be poor
pray to yahweh, thanking the lord
‘member we was broke, slide in the ford
now we hop out of the double r doors
standing on business inside a suite
she acting crazy, i give her the boot
‘member was broke, now i got loot
she on the ground, keep that sh_t cute
stop all that whining, girl, stop lying
hit from the back, she loving my diamonds
youngest in charge, she know that i’m shining
i was outside shooting sh_t for zion
i was outside shooting sh_t for casey
if i die, my block won’t make it
playing with voodoo, shoutout my haitian
i don’t mean to drive you crazy
since then back, my money got bigger
i got famous, sh_t got little
mama asking me to change
but ma, i be with the k!llers
ma, i be with the hitters
ma, your son a cold blood driller
pittsburgh, i’m a stealer
av6, ain’t n0body realer
ayy, she ride with me in the splat
she know lil’ 6 be catching them hats
she screaming out, “meechie,” i hit from the back
she like real n_ggas, don’t f_ck with no rats
she know that i’m rich, she know i got racks
i’d give my last to free crack
i’d give my last to be last
and we still turning f_ck n_ggas to packs
and we still turning f_ck n_ggas to zas
send a hundred shots all out of the car
he tried to run, ain’t make it far
i pop a perc’, she pop a bar
she getting drunk, loose off that rémy
riding through houston looking at the city
she ask me why, i did it for bibby
i’ll lose it all standing on business
standing on business, b_tch
feel me

- foolio

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