No Flockin Karaoke - Kodak Black

To nagranie jest coverem No Flockin rozsławionym przez Kodak Black

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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo takie jak w orginale: 117.5 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: Fm

Czas trwania: 02:51 - Podgląd na stronie: 00:48

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Data wydania: 2014
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Rui Wen Pan, Dieuson Octave

Cała zawartość na naszej stronie internetowej jest w całości odtwarzana przez naszych muzyków w studio. Nie używamy żadnych części oryginalnych nagrań i w żaden sposób nie korzystamy z technologii separacji stemów AI.

Tekst No Flockin

Damn, that's so sad
K-K-K, K-K
Young nigga, I got old cash
Spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag
Shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass
All I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at
Where your clothes at
I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas
Dammit, but y'all trippin', too
Is it you, damn, my nigga
What the hell got into you
Project Baby y'all was skippin' in the hallway
I was skippin' school
On my Ps and Qs
On them jiggas call me jiggaboo
Bleedin' concrete
Bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me
I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody B
I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just tryin' to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything
They tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game
She said her vows to me
I ain't gettin' on my knees
Babe, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you but don't you lie to me
It's little Kodak, the finesse kid
Boy who hot as me
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid
I smoke broccoli
I will run around your whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy
Flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's
Can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down
You fallin' off your feet
I will trick your ass for a treat
Call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's what
I play for, call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me
You's a clown to me
You can't smoke no
Black and Mild with me
Get in the car with me
You a funny guy
Don't you even joke around with me
How could it be
Get from 'round a G
You grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie
You a junkie
You gettin' skinny
I'm gettin' chunky gettin' money
Want some food
Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds hundreds

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