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lirik lagu 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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