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letra de back & better - bharlie b

[intro: bharlie b]
when we spinnin’ we smokin’ on lotti
we some demons tryna catch us a body

[verse one: bharlie b]
when we spinnin’ we smokin’ on lotti
we some demons tryna catch us a body
[?] if they ain’t movin’ wocky
with this glocky i ain’t come to party
sippin’ on wocky don’t pass me no cardi
vision blurry might [?]
it’s a doa, ebk, gbg party, still smokin’ opps out the marley

[verse two: bharlie b]
[?] n-ggas ain’t f-ck with bharlie
mr. up it and flock in a heartbeat
hop out, leave a n-gga on the concrete
last opp got beat out his khakis
last opp got beat out his khakis
we’re the ones that’s doing all the stompin’
he can get shot if you yell river park sh-t
have my youngins spinnin’ through the darkness

[verse three: bharlie b]
up it and flock it, watch how we gon park em
it don’t miss and i’m hittin’ my target
givе a f-ck where i’m at, imma flock it
big .40 on me, it stay in my pockеt
make your b-tch do what i say like i’m simon
ain’t no boxing, i stay with my knocker
let a n-gga reach for my chain imma pop em
baby girl come f-ck with a flocka
[verse four: bharlie b]
we the ones that’s promotin’ the violence
if he throw up a rake, imma drop it
free flocka, he’s shakin’ the island
free all my n-ggas, you know we be wylin’
tg the cuz but for me get it poppin’
that’s my brother you know imma flock it
bl!ck gon get em if i tell em “drop em”
double b in the spot with them demons and goblins

[verse five: bharlie b]
smokin’ on jiggyman father
sippin’ on wocky, mexi hit the hardest
them n-ggas don’t know what they started
[?] a dummy, i heard that his car flipped
and i’m really tired of all the nonsense
catch a opp thot, she get hit with the garbage
mix the dubski with the rah then i spark it
spin a opp block with some tints and i park it

[verse six: bharlie b]
like what?
catch a gz and i’m sendin’ him up
lil bando got hit in his gut
know these n-ggas not f-ckin’ with us
yeah i’m the trend, two guns throw it up
no drillys and vatos, we packin’ em up
no drillys and vatos, we packin’ em up
[verse seven: tg flockaa]
ahhh
talk on 5th to the sev you cappin’
none of y’all n-ggas ain’t makin’ sh-t happen
keep a knocka when i’m up in traffic cause one on the head so i never be lackin’
who that? right there
if he jackin’ he vato get put in the air
all the opps linkin’ up cuz they scared
n-ggas only got chop in they vid

[verse five: tg flockaa]
when you see them in person they runnin’
you the n-gga that said you was gunnin?
and the opps never keep it a hunnid
last opp tried to run, got shot in his stomach
suck d-ck, what now?
n-ggas mad cause their mans in the ground
imma keep on flockin’ til i lay em down
n-ggas p-ssy, they never around

- bharlie b

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