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letra de doa (og version) - kay flock

[intro: kay flock & set da trend]
grrah-grrah
doa, doa
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like, grrah-grrah
grrah-grrah

[verse 1: kay flock]
be yourself and stay up in ya’ lane (lane)
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 thang
doa, i’ma geek on the track (b-tch)
ebk, i’ma leave it like that, like (like that)
everything dead, i ain’t givin’ no dap (b-tch)
if you ridin’ wit’ ’em them, then you getting tapped (like, grrah)
and they likе, “kay, he 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 bе fake (fake)
wanna talk, then f-ck up out my face
my chop’ getting 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 takin’ it back (what?)
i be buggin’, i’m quick to attack (d-mn)
i can’t go out like lotti or matt (what?)
keep a pole, brodie told me, “don’t lack”
mula keep shootin’, leave ’em on the pavement (baow)
i can’t talk about that situation
pop me a perky, got me elevated
they like, “yb, you different”
run down, watch me get to cl!ckin’
i start throwin’ bullets like a pitcher
lotti, he dead, spin through the hav (gang)
i’m tryna shoot it, aim it at his face
too many opps livin’ up, it’s a shame
sha gz got beat, where the f-ck was your gang?
two sleez slide up wit’ the stick, let it bang (grrah, wit’ the stick, let it bang, like, wit’ the stick, let it—)

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

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[outro: kay flock and jo bandz
[?], i’ma geek on the track
if she shakin’ like [?], i’ma beat on her back
if he talkin’ on bro, we gon’ aim for his cap

- kay flock

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