Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS. He done knocked DayDay out his shoes (Stupid). Up in my Prada, up in Balenci. When you see me, don't gimme a dap (Grrah-grrah). Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head. Smoking O with the guys. I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six. Flock at the flockas lyrics free. Find more sounds like the SugarHill Keem Flock At The Flockas Official Video one in the music category page. If I ain't dead or in jail, they can't stop me (Stop me).
I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence. Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie. I pull up to your window like drive thru. Keem talks about his lifestyle, and what he'll do to his opposition if he catches them. SugarHill Keem – Flock At The Flockas Lyrics | Lyrics. The SugarHill Keem Flock At The Flockas Official Video meme sound belongs to the music. Sosa with knock's in ya lobby (Lobby). Fuck a choice, that's a must. And I got security wit' me, but lil' bro'll still pull up with a fully (Brr). Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?
Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (Shake that shit). "Flock At The Flockas" has Manhattan native, SugarHill Keem, rapping on a dark & ambient drill beat. We get muddy, we don't do CÎROC. Remember you can always share any sound with your friends on social media and other apps or upload your own sound clip. Ft G Herbo) | [Intro: XXXTENTACION]. Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real. They say, "Flocka, keep up and be strong" (Strong). What is the flock. Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees (Grrah). It's a whole lotta opps where I'm at. Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals. All the bros know I up and I boom for em. Gotta take drops, so I been sippin' Basa, I used to smoke loud on a zookie. Letra "Sugar Hill Keem – Flock At The Flockas" Official Lyrics.
If I tell him to get 'em, I know that he got me (I know it). Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot. Get me a knocker, you won't get your knock back. I'm Sugar when you gon shoot me? To view it, confirm your age.
In this category you have all sound effects, voices and sound clips to play, download and share. I see a opper and he gettin' clapped. Look, and yall know what I jack. Being Honest (Remix) Kay Flock 「Lyrics」. All this ice, you would think a nigga wrist ache. Gotta keep it, I know they gon' watch me (Watch me). Bitch, I'm on hots too I pull up to your window like drive-thru Come get showered with bullets, no bridal Put a tag on your head, I can buy you (bah) Like, huh?
This page checks to see if it's really you sending the requests, and not a robot. Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah. Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip. I said "Dougz, you go wit' him too". 'Cause that shit was wrong (Wrong).
Bitch, I'm retarded ('tarded) You okay? None of these bitches is tough. Said I'm lying, like, show me the proof (The proof). Need a smooth G to spin, call up Gotti (Gotti). Lyrics & Translations of Shake It by Cardi B & Kay Flock | Popnable. She lying, Hakuna Matata. Move, look, ha, bitch (Damn). When I catch Kay Flock, he getting boomed. Don't wanna box, bullets makin' 'em drop (Every opp shot). Then I heard JB ain't make it home (Home). When you see us then you better dip. Talk on Nazzy, I bury you, must wanna die.
I was on the road, countin' chips. Everybody used to hate, got the shit face. Like huh, like what? You know that, go, go, go, ayy, go, go, go. Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under. Get in my bag, put a sixth in a deuce (Deuce). I got my front, but is you behind me?
Head-tap I'ma leave him on his back. Shorty be looking like she got a crush. But if it really was a race, you in sixth place. Chorus: Bory300 & Dougie B]. My heart can't take this damage. And you can't walk a mile in my shoes (My shoes). Flock at the flockas lyrics copy. Log in to confirm you're over 18. r/NYStateOfMind. If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads. Broke bitch said she was gone touch me. Bitch, I'm with 300 jets and some flockas. Niggas pussy, on the set. Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot.
You ain't throw as much shots as I threw (You ain't throwin'). He throw up a O, then we wipin' his snot (Boom). When we come, niggas better move, now look (Shake em', grrah-grrah). It's time to line him, we linkin' or not? I brought my pole if she think she gon' line me (Line me). And the way I feel, can't stand it. Opps mad, 'cause them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us, like. Used to drop hollows, now I drop heat.
And we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em. When we come niggas better move, now look. No I'm not Hat, but Sugar me or shoot me. TJ in the cut and that nigga a oota' (Grrah-grrah). Move look hah, bitch. If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot (Slime, slime).
Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta. Ayo, Flock, they pussy. Of your redeeming grace.