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tg flockaa - mixed emotions lyrics

[intro: lexi yayde & tg flockaa]
i want you to drunk text me (elvis, rrah)
saying you still need me (gang, gang, gang, yozora)
tell me i’m not like her (rrah)
i made you happier (rrah, rrah, rrah)
i want you to drunk text me (gang)
just empty it all out, please (gang, gang, gang)
tell me you f+cked this up (like, what?)
tell me you’re still in love (gang)

[verse: tg flockaa]
real n+gga, always stood on business (i did)
straight n+gga who don’t got no feelings
i know i’ma make it ’cause i got the feeling
them n+ggas who doubt it, they really gon’ feel it (they will)
lot of n+ggas really tried to backdoor me (they did)
think we cool, but this sh+t never over
i catch you in traffic, i’m runnin’ you over
i stay off a perc’, yeah, i never be sober (i don’t)
in my feelings, i’m thinkin’ ’bout jb (uh+huh)
reminiscin’, this sh+t really crazy
picked you up from your crib on a daily
i got you for life, ain’t n0body gon’ play me
before n+ggas k!ll me, the judge gotta slay me
’cause on bro, i’ma catch me a body
and that jail sh+t not for n0body
free all my bros that’s knocked for the body
can’t lack, no way, gotta keep that
free kay flock, doa soon be back
on the touchdown, bust down rollie
i’ma still go and get it even though you don’t need that
if she runnin’ her mouth, i’ma feed that
ask where i’m at, i don’t know, i’ma be back
i just feel like i’m losin’ my mind
i ain’t f+ckin’ with n+ggas, they know where i be at
n+ggas need to take care of they kids, on my d+ck while i’m doin’ the bid
got locked, i was takin’ that risk
i was totin’ that chop, why the f+ck would i slip?
don’t lack, don’t run, don’t trip
smokin’ on notti, he a d+ck
dumb lil’ n+gga should’ve stayed with his grip
and they know what i’m on when i bend through they strip
ayo, kenzo, pass me the gun
hop out the v, just watch them n+ggas run
and they know i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
if you droppin’ the 5, then it’s up and it’s stuck
like, what? what the f+ck? you ain’t ever do nothin’
pop two percs, and i’m bustin’
go through the 8, i don’t ever see nothin’, like
and you don’t gotta act for the internet
boy, you p+ssy, when you ever bended back?
same n+gga, i ain’t ever switch a set
talk on jb, n+ggas wishin’ for they death
catch a oy n+gga, then he gettin’ left
n+ggas makin’ movies for the internet
n+ggas know that we ain’t really into that
bendin’ blocks, yeah, we into that
catch an opp, push his fitted back
when you flock? you ain’t did it yet
smokin’ rah, mix it with the mex’
on they block with flock, bro had a tec
and i’m tired of these fake+ass rappers
catch ’em in traffic, they be movin’ faster
i’ma make it, so why would it matter?
the opps on my d+ck ’cause i’m smokin’ on cather
n+ggas tough when they off them percs (like, what?)
only tough when they off the lean
but this sh+t ain’t really what it seem ’cause i just got a glock and it came with a beam
i can’t wait ’til they run into me
do ’em like—, leave ’em right on the street
actin’ tough, i’ma knock out your t++th
i ain’t duckin’ from no one, y’all know where i be
n+ggas tough when they off them percs (like, what?)
only tough when they off the lean
but this sh+t ain’t really what it seem ’cause i just got a glock and it came with a beam
i can’t wait ’til they run into me
do ’em like—, leave ’em right on the street
actin’ tough, i’ma knock out your t++th
i ain’t duckin’ from no one, y’all know where i be
[outro: lexi yayde & tg flockaa]
i want you to drunk text me (like, what? gang, gang, gang, gang)
just empty it all out, please (jb gang, mezzy gang, jayrip gang, nazzy gang)
tell me you f+cked this up (like, what? grrah, grrah, boom)
tell me you’re still in love with me (5th to the sev, big doa, like, what?)
i want you to drunk text me
saying you still need me
tell me i’m not like her
i made you happier

- tg flockaa lyrics

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