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tg flockaa - glamorous heaven* lyrics

[verse 1: bharlie b]
ok look we gon’ start it like this (start it like this)
lil rah he got left in the whip (grah grah boom)
mexi and lotti they both in the spliff
dubski and dummy went out like a b+tch
and i said this before and i meant it
if he f+ck with the opps we gon’ drench em’
oh they didn’t listen let’s teach em’ a lesson (grah grah)
big .40 on me when i’m stepping
push up on me you make channel 11
do a hit then i go to the reverend (grah grah boom)
don’t ask about shhh he just made it to heaven
hop out put a opp on a stretcher
thеy duckin’ and runnin’ these bullets gon catch еm (gang gang)
double b in the spot with them steppas
grah grah
double b in the spot with them steppas

[verse 2: tg flockaa]
we gon’ spin through the eight then spin through the gates
trynna shoot a n+gga in his face
smoking on dummy got a n+gga laced
n+ggas be talking but don’t do a thing
die well die o die vato
when we see him we letting them shots go
i keep it on me everywhere that i go (air it out)
catch buki i’m splitting his taco
mexi , dummy , lilah , ashes
kenzo said we ain’t giving no passes (no pass)
when you see em’ get up on they asses
n+ggas p+ssy they ain’t bout that action
when we spinning we gon’ make it happen
who lacking , i’m packing
make him disappear like it was magic
when i’m on the scene this sh+t can get tragic
keemy gon’ boom it i ain’t gotta ask him
big die gz yall know what im jackin
ek im smoking ya father
you feel ah way come spin with ya knocker
move proper
got it on me i ain’t never lackin’ trynna hit a oppa
move tactic, you was lacking
wasn’t for mom , dukes would’a packed him
[verse 3]
it get nasty
too nasty
tell him wipe his nose with no napkin
he got shot in his head cause he’s dropping my set
two hands on the gun i’m blasting
i ain’t stopping for sh+t got a spot in this sh+t
and he said he gon’ take it i’m laughing
smoking dummy i dont wanna pass it
it was funny now rah in the casket
on the hill with a stick got me limpin’ and sh+t
give two three shots blood spilling and sh+t
bend that block ain’t no telling what happened
i’m the crippy for cuz’ get it craccin’
i’m too deep in this sh+t
keep the heat in the whip
he get beat with the gun if he lackin
he get beat with the gun if he lackin

[verse 4: ac zoe]
why the f+ck is the 4z n+ggas linkin’
he try to run put the beam on his biscuit
keemy gon’ up it trynna catch a victim
who that right there brodie spliff him
with the smith’n
and he know on my body
flockin’ n+ggas b+tches
spin in the renty dubski lotti mix it
stay with a knocka n+gga who you blitzin’
i keep hearing mori got my name in his mouth
they don’t want me to slide leave a folk on the couch
we been smoking on nick roll it right out the pound
n+ggas know how i get when we dropping it down
trynna catch me a n+gga jackin’ gz and hound
he get beat with the pole and we don’t f+ck around
fell in love with the bl!ck and the way that it sounds
bharlie b that’s my brother i’m letting off rounds

- tg flockaa lyrics

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