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jay flock - white girl كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(uh uh uh)
(prod. liquor)

[verse 1]
like, oh she a white girl, i ain’t tryna f_ck like
tried line me, now she outta luck like
hit once, never spin back, nun’ tucked
if it ain’t cash, ion’ pick up for nun’
t_tried sneak me? you dumb?
that’s how ya bro got turned to runts
w_walked in fresh, still smell like a blunt
he ain’t no stepper, that boy just front

movin’ too hot, made bro take the exit
hood too quiet, i’m itchin’ to test it
henny got me movin’ like i’m on a mission
slide wit’ twin, two sticks, no fencing
he want clout, now he stuck in a cycle
postin’ a fl!ck but i know that’s my style
they want clout, better stay in thеy file
bro caught one, now he fightin’ a trial

[chorus / hook]
likе, they don’t know what i been through
so i keep one tucked when i bend through
like, don’t freeze up when it’s sent to you
i was movin’ dolo before i had crew
run up on what? boy, get back
we the reason his homies got mismatched
tryna ride that wave? better switch tracks
ain’t no 50/50, we split packs
[verse 2]
backdoor shut, ion’ play in the lobby
heard he a opp, now he turned to a hobby
play wit’ my name, that’s a personal prolly
run in ya spot, now it’s lookin’ like bali
she like “you rude” — baby, i’m polished
say what i want, ion’ do no apologies
say he up next? that’s comedy
i’m tryna eat, need bands like lottery

r_ran through the o, we was up in the v
b_blacked out hoodie, just me and lil b
told bro chill, don’t tweak on the scene
but bro got a temper, he dump off lean
like, i know they hatin’ in silence
heard he got left, tryna move too violent
tried act tough, now he stuck in the island
bro got a beam, he attached the stylin’

[refrain / verse 3]
like, oh she a white girl, i ain’t tryna f_ck like
tried line me, now she outta luck like
hit once, never spin back, nun’ tucked
if it ain’t cash, ion’ pick up for nun’
t_tried sneak me? you dumb?
t_that’s how ya bro got turned to runts
w_walked in fresh, still smell like a blunt
he ain’t no stepper, that boy just front
movin’ too hot, made bro take the exit
hood too quiet, i’m itchin’ to test it
henny got me movin’ like i’m on a mission
slide wit’ twin, two sticks, no fencing
he want clout, now he stuck in a cycle
postin’ a fl!ck but i know that’s my style
they want clout, better stay in they file
bro caught one, now he fightin’ a trial

[outro line / fade]
they don’t know what i been through
i was movin’ dolo before i had crew
run up on what? boy, get back
we the reason his homies got mismatched
tryna ride that wave? better switch tracks
ain’t no 50/50, we split packs
backdoor shut, ion’ play in the lobby…

- jay flock

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