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whisper pt2 - kay flock lyrics

[intro: sugahill keem]
maari
don’t, don’t blitz that, like
i’ma get that n*gga (word to my mother)
i’ma blitz that n*gga (grrah)
grrah, like
(ayo tay what’s crackin)

[chorus: set da trend]
run up them hundreds, i need me a patek
hoodstar rey really causin’ havoc
bad lil’ b*tch, let me come and have it
you know that we up so, n*gga, stop the chattin’
don’t think that i’m lackin’, hollows get to what?
we leave them snoozin’
you don’t know set da trend? well, you best get in tune then
all of this dummy i’m smokin’, get flewed in
only know rey, i don’t f*ck with no new

[verse 1: set da trend]
me and lil nazzy like biggie and wayne
i still manage to smile through the hate and the shame
poppin’ these perkys, it’s easin’ the pain
i’ll go spin on the opps, i don’t shoot at no range
ask about, tell about who put in pain
stand tall, i been stuck in my ways
if you know then you know then i ain’t gotta say
in the stollo, i’m swervin’ on the e*way
back out, toast ’em, bet we gon’ brush ’em
my lil’ n*ggas be shootin’ for nothin’
how you got chops but you ain’t gonna bust ’em?
hoodstar rey really turn up the function
drive the boat, act bad
know it’s henny for lenny, put wock in my cup
if you jackin’ them n*ggas, it’s up and it’s stuck
got a .30, i shoot like i’m klay, know i’m clutch
got a baddie she eatin’, she ain’t get enough
i done told y’all before that i ain’t lettin’ up
when i spin through the gz they jumpin’, double dutch
tryna run up on set da trend, you out of luck
[verse 2:sugarhill keem]
don’t think sh*t sweet, n*ggas know where ya’ll be
i’mma hop out, shoot him on his feet
i got the knocks, get low from the d’s
they hop out, i’m too fast on my feet
and don’t try to run, put the beam on his back
it’s too oppy, y’all know where i’m at
15*o, y’all know what i jack (oy)
i see an opp and that boy get whacked
it’s too oppy, yeah, i stay with a strap
i call up my o’s and i slide where he at
ain’t no cuffing, just give me the neck
he died with his gun, now go buy you a vest
if you dissing my gang, better show some respect
one thing, yeah, we get back
dummy (smoking all deads)

[verse 3:kay flock]
if i don’t got my gun knuckle up
most of the time i got pole cause its up
ain’t no way that i talk, don’t get touched
booming for blay, jb b*tch i’m clutch
when you catch kay flock he gon’ boom
dougz is going with who?
ducked off, i threw ten back at you like
i’m mr. go cool with the duce
p*p*ssy got flocked, and his hat actin’ loose
when i see him i’m tightening them screws
and whoever you with you get shot with your boo
i still make the news with a million views
[verse 4:sugarhill keem]
i’m not dissing, y’all know what i do
i walk in the party, your b*tch wanna move
and you know i ain’t dancing to move
i see an opp and i bet he gon’ move
if i feel a way i’mma shoot up the party
f*ck that, i’mma acting r*t*rded
i call up some makks, they gon slide with some [?]
i call up some apes and i call up some cuzzys
move look, yeah, he spinnin’ dolo
one b*tch, she holding the toaster
i’mma hop out, shoot him, brodie [?]
and ek my brother, he know what i’m on
up the block, made them n*ggas run
up the block, made them n*ggas duck
(what the f*ck? smoking all deads)

- kay flock lyrics

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