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kay flock – evil twins (extended edition) كلمات اغاني

[intro: kay flock]
(glo made that beat?)
grrah_grrah, like (haha)
grrah_grrah, like (shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin’, man)

[verse: kay flock]
i’ma step
he keep runnin’ ’til he outta breath
i kept cl!ckin’ ’til i’m goin’ deaf
oldheads get boomed too, who next?
smokin’ on who? that’s a ticket to death
try to reach, he get fled with the tec
get back gang, not sit back gang
like, big doa, we don’t settle for less
if i shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
shoot at his weave ’cause he had on a vest
i’m a demon on demon time, i already peeped
and you know i ain’t slidin’ if thе scene ain’t a mess (grrah_grrah)
[verse 1: nas ebk]
look, and you know that i’m blitzin’
three trеnds hop out, you know that we hittin’, look
they like, “nas, you trippin'”
me and jo hop out, we shoot, scottie pippen, look
and you know i ain’t lackin’
i’m a 58, and you know that i’m trappin’
hollows they hit him, they leave him to fractions
i’m taking risk and i’m getting the back ends
n_ggas fake, when i see ’em, letting off 7
doa, now he on channel 11
can’t go, see my choppa, it poke through the coat
i see an opp and i’m ready to blow
leave a n_gga right there in the snow

[verse 2: jo bandz]
spinning in fashion, came through clappin’
last n_gga was put in a casket
kick that n_gga, we gon’ spliff that n_gga
stupid lil’ n_gga, should’ve never been lackin’
get the .45, yeah, i always move tact’
one wrong move, that’s hollows in your back
try to run up, you get turned to a pack
f_ck all the opps, they died just like matt
like, like, f_ck all the opps, died just like matt
i start ballin’ like i’m kd
send shots if they crazy
i’m on the field like a young brady
throwin’ shots if they try to play me
bend that block, never get lazy
two twin glocks, they stacy
n_gga, flockin’ stacy ’til my hands bleed
like, d_mn, n_gga tried to play me, like
[verse: kay flock]
i’ma step
he keep runnin’ ’til he outta breath
i kept cl!ckin’ ’til i’m goin’ deaf
oldheads get boomed too, who next?
smokin’ on who? that’s a ticket to death
try to reach, he get fled with the tec
get back gang, not sit back gang
like, big doa, we don’t settle for less
if i shoot at his māthā, he do bachata
shoot at his weave ’cause he had on a vest
i’m a demon on demon time, i already peeped
and you know i ain’t slidin’ if the scene ain’t a mess (grrah_grrah)

[chours: dougie b]
…

- kay flock

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