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down bad - big flock lyrics

[verse 1]
i just got a drop up on my opp i caught him down bad
tryna roll ’em up pass me the funnel not no brown bag
uh, 2*4, i sit up in that two door
max block big dawg, the hood nickname me cujo
plug f*ck up that deal so i had to draw 2 like uno
name another n*gga you know did it like the boss no hugo
talkin c*diddy, n*gga
it’s some n*ggas that let me starve now they tryna eat wit a n*gga
187 no vegan gang we love to beef wit a n*gga
michael ? drake it sleep wit a n*gga
ain’t tryna play no hide and seek wit a n*gga
20/20 vision see a opp and we k!ll ’em
b*tch n*gga play with that bird and we come in his crib and kidnappin his sister
my n*ggas they d*gg*n that pistol ain’t doin no life and we feel like lil mister
we ain’t gon die like lil mister
shot me a n*gga i thought was my opp but he wasn’t sorry for the mix up
n*ggas wan play wit ms. crystal
in thе suit in the box when’s the last timе your momma could kiss you? uh
i know that she miss you
ya momma told you better not go out and play wit them n*ggas, uh, you shoulda just listened

[interlude]
here lies a p*ssy ass n*gga that we bouta smoke right now
n*gga shoulda listened to his momma, man
rest in p*ss p*ssy
uh, uh, big flock n*gga
[verse 2]
i was goin’ home i seen a opp block and took me a detour
40 glock hold 30 clip hanging just like a keloid
black ar got a switch that b*tch kickin’ call it bruce leroy
i want a n*gga dead push that b*tton just like a keyboard
tote that a&r but i ain’t lookin for no talent
rip the boss
treated like a god when i’m in hampton
remember when i first start trappin’ i was givin out free samples
remember i shot my third n*gga i had him laid up in a pamper
got my dreads done they think that i’m from tampa, but i’m from the maryland
the scope on the top of the chop that b*tch look like a camera
that b*tch hold a banana
i grab me a fn as soon as i touch in atlanta
it’s holdin a standard
hit a l!ck then i’m splittin his sh*t like i’m makin a sandwich
i’m realer than average
ghost guns that’s paranormal activity
who the f*ck said that they k!llin me?
your best bet not to step in this proximity
hunnit rounds just like a centipede
my n*gga ran it up off doin scams, he stealin identities
two guns on me, feelin like yosemite
ion really think n*ggas feelin me

- big flock lyrics

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