p#ss# popper
Young Waka Flocka
We shakin’ like maracas
Don’t forget Sinatra
My b#tch is like Rihanna
Betty yet Beyoncé
Had to take her top off, gun shots’a pop off
Mi nuh f#ck ’round with dem bwoy dem, dem
Bwoy dem get chop off
Tell di bwoy fi gwaan fi him
Gyal and suck him bloodclaat
Dick stains let my dick hang like a nunchuk
Anyway, I can’t b#tch, I’m just tryna get my nut sucked
Hah, so f#ck luck
b#tch, it’s pure skill when I gun bust
Glocks like .50 on my n#gg#s, acupuncture
f#ck like, it’s a sh#t night
Get your mind right, only way a n#gg# coolin’ if I get high, right?
High up in the sky, right?
Motherf#cka’ cloud all my n#gg#s in the ground right now
And I bash like Zao, like Pow
Mind within the comic, I’m so high right now
So pass that
Skinny m#th*rf#ck*r, won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a n#gg# life so where the stash at?
Got about 20 f#ckin’ mil’, just chilling in my backpack
Call a fat b#tch then I hit it in her #ss crack
Listen, listen, listen
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XXXTENTACION & Billy Hawkins Lyrics – Flock