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letra de doin floccs - g perico

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[hook]
we doin’ flocks, we selling rocks
a hundred pounds of exotics in a box
n-ggas shootin’ and getting shot
when you hit the county jail, it ain’t no guns, where your heart? (where your heart?)
we doin’ flocks, we selling rocks
a hundred pounds of exotics in a box
n-ggas shootin’ and getting shot
when you hit the county jail, it ain’t no guns, where your heart? (where your heart?)

[verse 1]
insane in my motherf-cking brain, n-gga
i was on 104th busting down cocaine, n-gga
we ran out of bricks, n-gga, call [?]
he gon’ drop it off like, “get back at me later on.” (h-llo?)
yeah, my n-ggas just passed on jewelery n’ they came to me
they know i got the cash (man, how you want for this sh-t?)
yeah, the hood day coming up
we bought a bag of choppers in case the other side try to f-ck it up
yeah, i’m coming through in a rolls-royce (skrrr)
why you tryna talk, n-gga? you ain’t got no voice! (n-gga, shut the f-ck up!)
i hang out with the real crips (c-c-c-crip!)
a hundred pounds, vacuum seal, then we sent that sh-t

[hook]
we doin’ flocks, we selling rocks
a hundred pounds of exotics in a box
n-ggas shootin’ and getting shot
when you hit the county jail, it ain’t no guns, where your heart? (where your heart?)
we doin’ flocks, we selling rocks
a hundred pounds of exotics in a box
n-ggas shootin’ and getting shot
when you hit the county jail, it ain’t no guns, where your heart? (where your heart?)
[verse 2]
i’m counting money on floor
looked at the camera, grabbed my nine, somebody at the door (who the f-ck is that?!)
i’m thumbed through two hundred grand [?]
but it’s time to hit the block ’cause i gotta get some more
i gotta break b-tches, shake snake n-ggas, in the trenches
i heard n-ggas trippin’, so we jumping out of rentals (skrt)
plow, plow, plow, lay ’em flat
i heard you n-ggas trippin’ but where the f-ck y’all at? (come outside)
west side the best side, rag hanging out the left side
n-ggas wanna trip, well, we gon’ let the tec fly
eastside the b side, motherf-ck the police side
b-tch, this eleven-deuce, i ain’t throwing up no peace sign!

[outro]
innerprize clicc, this the sh-t
ain’t no love in la, n-gga
we don’t play

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