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letra de doa - kay flock

[intro: kay flock]
grrah, grrah
doa, doa, like
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah

[verse 1: kay flock]
be yourself or stay bein’ lame (lame)
why you runnin’, i ain’t even flame?
shoot wit’ double hands, that’s how i got my aim
eli got shot, he walkin’ wit’ a cane (cane)
and sha gz keep mentionin’ my name (like huh?)
when you see me, n-gga you better flame, like
and you said dougie b gon’ get murdered?
that’s my brother, i’m uppin’ that thing
doa, i’ma gon’ geek on the track (b-tch)
ebk, i’ma leave it like that (like that)
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no dap (b-tch)
if you ridin’ with ’em them then you getting tapped (like grrah)
and they like, “kay, hе kinda gotta cool” (cool)
n-ggas p-ssy, n-gga, we ain’t cool
n-ggas smokin’ wit’ n-ggas who smokin’ my mans?
that’s on bro, i’m uppin’ on him too (grrah, grrah)
n-ggas politickin’, they be fakе (fake)
wanna talk, f-ck up out my face
my chop’ get up, f-ck who in the way (like what)
get up wit’ me if you feel a way
or i get up wit’ you n-gga either way (where you at?)
done talkin’, b-tch it’s ebk (like huh)
700, b-tch, it’s doa
when you see me, n-gga, word to blay
[verse 2: set da trend]
speak on the dead, no taking it back (what)
i be buggin’, i be quick to attack
i can’t go out like lotti or matt
keep a pole, brodie told me, “don’t lack”
mula keep shootin’, leave ’em on the pavement
i can’t talk about that situation
pop me a perky, got me elevated
they like, “yb you different”
run down, watch me get the cl!ckin’
i start throwing bullets like a pitcher
lotti he dead, spin through the [?]
i’m tryna shoot it, aim it at his face
too many opps livin’ up, its a shame
sha gz got beat, where the f-ck was your gang?
two sleez, slide up wit’ the stick, let it bang (with the stick let it bang, with the stick let it—)

[verse 3: kay flock & set da trend]
on court, actin’ bad with a deucey (deucey)
talking hot, you get burnt like a loosie
after loosie, get schooled with this tooley
baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie
talkin’ guns, ain’t talking call of duty
wet him up, ain’t talking no jacuzzi
mr. make-a-movie, leave ’em gooey (grrah, grrah)
you gon’ hold the stick or you gon’ boom it? (grrah-grrah, boom)
[verse 4: jo bandz & kay flock]
i told kay, “bro, i’m missin’ screws” (grrah)
we gonna win it, n-gga, we gon’ loose (like)
brought the mop and yagi brought the broom
shoot for jb, i’ma see you soon (grrah, grrah)
two guns on me, i’ma act a fool
smoking wit’ opps, they thinkin’ sh-t is cool (like)
run up on me, i’ma clear the room
yb shootin’, i ain’t talking hoops (grrah-grrah, boom)
drillyk, n-gga smoking who? (like who?)
his lil’ dumbass got me on the moon (dummy)
f-ck that lotti in it too (like, like, like)

[outro: kay flock & dougie b]
once again, i’ma geek on the track (like what?)
if she shake it like nation, i beat on her back
me and doug back-to-back like the beetles on track
if he talkin’ on bro we gon’ aim for his cap

- kay flock

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