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letra de japan (remix) - kay flock

[intro: shae ot & kay flock]
(shae ot)
grrah, grrah-grrah, like
ebk, doa when i step, like
grrah-grrah, like

[chorus: kay flock]
oh, he tried to run on his mans?
let it blam, then, it jammed
sh-t got kick, shootin’ underhand
mis-misunderstood, let ’em understand
b-tch, watch how you shakin’, knocker in my pants
dummy boppin’, i can barely dance
.30 on me, no, i cannot stand
catch a hit, then, i fly to j-pan, like, b-tch

[verse 1: kay flock]
who your man? oh, you think that he tough, but he ran
empty the clip, almost thought that it jammed
every shot that i threw, hit his mans, like
oy-o what? i made most of them ran
have they b-tches fallin’, scr-pin’ hands
they said, “flock just pulled up, let it blam,” like
and they know that i would not post a pole, i’ma blow that
she got shot ’cause hеr n-gga ain’t blow that
i would not post a pole, i’ma blow that
she got shot, n-gga-
and they know that i would not post a polе, i’ma blow that
she got shot ‘cause her n-gga ain’t throw back
(she got shot ‘cause her n-gga ain’t throw back)
[chorus: kay flock]
oh, he tried to run on his mans?
let it blam, then, it jammed
sh-t got kick, shootin’ underhand
mis-misunderstood, let ’em understand
b-tch, watch how you shakin’, knocker in my pants
dummy boppin’, i can barely dance
.30 on me, no, i cannot stand
catch a hit, then, i fly to j-pan, like, b-tch
who your man? oh, you think that he tough, but he ran
empty the clip, almost thought that it jammed
every shot that i threw, hit his mans, like

[verse 2: dougie b]
i’m too raw, ain’t no f-ckin’ with me
dougie double the b, double hunnids on me, i don’t know why
like old n-ggas be comin’ at me ’cause these b-tches on me, no, i don’t wanna beef
but n-ggas know we ain’t duckin’ no heat
but keep f-ckin’ with me, you get put up with shh
pop a pill more, than four when i geek
and when i pour a four, i need more, i don’t dream
never sober or sore off a e, too tweaked
too different me when i’m off a bean
thought i was just buggin’, she f-ck with the opps and me
real wife in my boxer briefs
she tryna leave, she ask me, “is you down to leave?”
my dumbass was bound to see
f-ck it, don’t matter, ain’t no in-betweens
got fiends for the scene tryna stamp ’em a p
just look in my eyes, feel the rage when i speak
they gon’ only respect when you stay on bt
tell ’em, “free kay”, nba put his song on tv (put his song on tv)
disrespect me when them demons in me
i can’t walk up no more, angels talkin’ to me
we still doin’ ’em sleeze everythin’ be mb
new block, new chop, bro a tweak with the beam
like f-ck you gon’ do when you run into me?
up first, i weave, then i’m clearin’ the scene
like f-ck it, still hop out or throw out the v, then leave
yeah, you n-ggas better believe
n-ggas stay on the internet
swear he ooter and don’t even do sh-t, he ain’t what it seem
sometimes i be too lit like i just be clueless
while i’m movin’ ruthless and keepin’ it p
n-gga, everythin’ dead, i put that on the set
either get down or lay down, get right or get left
i keep cl!ckin’ and cl!ckin’ ’til i’m goin’ deaf
i got rich once i applied the pressure on leg
but for heem, we gon’ t-up, take one to the head
the chest, this sis, enough what i said
b-tch, it’s still everythin’ dead and i meant what i said
i’m fed from me, n-ggas only get led
[chorus: kay flock]
oh, he tried to run on his mans?
let it blam, then, it jammed
sh-t got kick, shootin’ underhand
mis-misunderstood, let ’em understand
b-tch, watch how you shakin’, knocker in my pants
dummy boppin’, i can barely dance
.30 on me, no, i cannot stand
catch a hit, then, i fly to j-pan, like, b-tch
who your man? oh, you think that he tough, but he ran
empty the clip, almost thought that it jammed
every shot that i threw, hit his mans, like
oy-o what? i made most of them ran
have they b-tches fallin’, scr-pin’ hands
they said, “flock just pulled up, let it blam,” like
and they know that i would not post a pole, i’ma blow that
she got shot ’cause her n-gga ain’t blow that
she got shot ’cause her n-gga ain’t blow that

- kay flock

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