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big flock - danny glover freestyle lyrics

squad, thraxxx!
rest in peace c-diddy

w-ssgoodie

ok cool these young fools be bluffing
leek in school with the tool and he’ll knock off your m-ffin
i said f-ck designer shoes and went the copped the b-tters
f-ck n-gga i’m in the gutter and i’m with all the brothers (squad, squad)

every time i’m down i gotta hit me least like 2 l!cks (2 bricks)
we hit the club so deep we need like 2 vips (no bullsh-t)
hold that 16 like a 30 that’s that bullsh-t
ak coming with that drum, b-tch that’s that new kit
now who the f-ck told you that young glock glocka won’t hit at your father
he clippin we sit his -ss down line his -ss up like i was his barber
tell leek to come k!ll your lil bro he in school he’ll have early departure
bought my boo some new boots and she hate them plain shoes she just mad that you bought em
don’t play with n0body child
rip lil tre he went a wild
lil chris imma make you proud
we go to the club just to shut it down
and i address sh-t like a b-tton-down
a hundred f-ck around gun him down
like crabs in the bucket keep pulling down
kd from the fairplay for goodman now
i just booted off a molly now my face ain’t got no feeling
shoot a n-gga with his children, knock the logo off his fitted
call my n-gga for the dope he said he got another shipment
hair trigger when i pinch it knock the color out his pigment
squeeze that b-tch just like a lemon and them shots a make him shimmy
and my clips all extended and my gun feel like an infant
it ain’t no slacking in my pimping, i call on one of my b-tches
and if a n-gga get to tripping they’ll be rocking for they n-gga

ok fool where the moves, we coming
guns size of gary coleman i’m just like mr. drummond
he wanna soft his -ss, he gotta pay us double
and all my choppas clap like i just left a huddle

every time i hunt i gotta have me least like 2 ks
feds been parked outside my crib, ain’t been in 2 days
my b-tch, she got green eyes i call her screw face
catch a pop-pop let this glock knock off his toupee
now how the f-ck he talkin bout a n-gga, he don’t pay no attention
all these p-ssy n-ggas get to purpin on the twitter want me to firs just to give they -ss a mention
n-ggas keep playing til i’m spraying cause a man let this 40 come and crook a n-gga biscuit
n-ggas be born where police planning so you probably know -ss a be a piglet
100 rounds at a time, you lunch then i shoot at you
i do not do no lip boxing so i dont give a f-ck what you gonna do
all of guns is dirty, and half of em gotta 30
rip to n-gga birdie, c-diddy you left too early (squad)

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