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tobe nwigwe - no flockin' flow كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
kick it, kick it yeah
get twisted sundays
ain’t gon’ waste no time, look

[verse]
this no flockin’, this beat rockin’
southwest raised, g mud still poppin’
the blades still choppin’, the babes still boppin’
the rap game look like the new slave auction
can i get the what? can i get the who?
i flow for the trigger-happy rappin’ jiggaboos
and those that be itchin’ to clap back and think it’s cool
who pack a smg but don’t work at the ticket booth
look, no movie
real raps in my itunes, no uzi
lowkey, fat fine, but she pose goofy
i keep flow raw, but it’s no sushi
boy i’m on, wipe me down like the old boosie
yeah, show them sim’s pair of shoes
shoutout sim, he the coldest with the dance moves
try love, try god and you can’t lose
but chop in, i’m a show you what these hands do
yeah, young jerm hit me up, said she movin’ down
used to ride metro but i’m boomin’ now
i only rap to keep the ratio of c–nin’ down
don’t sleep on me, i got no chill
every beat i’m on, roadk!ll
god blessed me with chi like rotel
’cause i ride his coattail
both my partnas still make dope sales
and they be like ‘oh, well’
rock so much ice, it look like snow fell
and they move it wholesale
go tell it on the mountain
this weak well to the people pr-nouncin’
my last name actin’ like it’s a fountain
of consonants when they makin’ announcements
i’m tired of it, stop it
i do god’s work, i’m philanthropic
i keep my bid glistening like a prophet
and h-ll, if i ain’t the plug then i’m the socket
i swear the whole hood got my back like the chiropractor
’cause every bar i get it poppin’ like a firecracker
i’m tryin’ to go from genesis to the final chapter
so whenever the trumpet blow, i survive the rapture
yeah, yeah, you catch me hang gliding on clouds
screaming out ‘no diggity, no doubt’
elohim next to me lookin’ hennessy brown, we both jiggin’
that’s why i’m married to the game, i ain’t know different
used to dream about the slab with the fo’s tippin’
back when twista and do or die had me po’ pimpin’
every bar guava, you could see the flow drippin’
yeah, don’t touch my drip, let it marinate
that’s why i’m good in every hood like a pair of j’s
it’s the reason every track i’m on, i defecate
prayer line 5:30 just to meditate
me and fat lowkey lookin’ for a wedding date
i swear i rap for every piru and hoover tryin’ to maneuver
around the barricade at the pearly gates
let a sin never rest, need a rest haven
keep it movin’, never worry about the steps taken
i give middle fingers to satan wrestling with god
demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless jacob
i’m gone

- tobe nwigwe

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