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big flock - play around lyrics

whoa, yeaa! (whats goody)
whoa, yeaa! (thraxxx)
ehhhh!

[verse: big flock]

mac dre just hit my phone
said “hey flock we got an emergency”
i’m f-cked up and i know a plug
that we can tax for all of his currency
big flock slim i know heard of me
i know none of y’all know me personally
i do surgery, till you burgundy
and now on the run for some burglaries
n-gga face down and gimme money
play around me get semi dummy
got plenty choppas, hold a hundred somethin
and we shoot them choopas, them n-ggas finger gunnin
just tryna f-ck not tryna finger nothin
unless i finger a black pretty woman
cuz my finger itchin and hear the snitchin
and let it roar like the engine runnin
better wash your face if you dont want bumps
gotta f-ckin oowop that’ll knock out your front
got me a 40 that’ll knock out your back
and i need all cheese, n-gga thats not cash
why you wifin her you know thats not your b-tch
she saw my baby leg, she said thats not your d-ck
i roll down my diesels then i got your b-tch
her legs spread out like some gauchos b-tch
she like my tattoos and i’m outspoken
she said i’m the only real n-gga like i was a token
n-ggas say they pop mollies, them n-ggas pop motrin
you think you cut-throat then a n-gga might choke you
we only need the bread so we caught his -ss loafin
dre wet him up, man that n-gga supersoaked him
smokin on potent, gas got me croakin
gotta icey n-gga we gone leave his -ss frozen
i been surrounded by dope boys
seen my first pound about 13
i let my nuts hang and my gun bang
i’m with the beard gang pound 13
now all my n-ggas hold that yoppa
yea they clappin down like the twerk team
if i my fever when i seen young feva
instead of whippin, i would’ve murked heem
catch a rat, chop the rat, cut off his f-ckin tail
cut the tongue out the rat i bet he’ll never tell
too much work just came in i need another scale
and my phone let it ring thats another sale
100 shots in the chop thats a lot of sh-lls
endless heat knocked out the meat , out his taco sh-ll
dead bodies, different races thats a lot of smells
hit the plug every week he take a lot of l’s
and i stay thraxxx’d up with the squad and sh-t
a n-gga starve, i want some beef, i need a lot of it
its really sad if he want beef, he gotta a lot of kids
well thats what happens when you beef ’round with big flock and sh-t

- big flock lyrics

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