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lirik lagu flick outta foreign – sdot go, jay hound, & jay5ive

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[intro: jay hound & sdot go]
(33)
graah*graah
graah*graah, boom
tgz threw, flock, flock (c’mere)

[chorus: jay hound & sdot go]
bro threw a shot and he caught it (c’mere)
word to bro, on that block, it got boring (like)
like, rolly on court*
like, like, rolly on court, no spalding
like, brodie don’t miss, get on him
i just might fl!ck outta foreign (c’mere)
two, three shots, no jordan
nazzy kept tryna’ hit ‘em, he on bullsh*t

[verse 1: sdot go]
rollin’ nazzy, on bro, this sh*t punchin’
if i keep on fl!cking, i bet this sh*t touchin’ (graah*graah, boom)
flock first, no discussion
bro keep on fl!ckin’ till he hit his brother (c’mere)
i keep spinnin’ where i don’t see nothing (c’mere)
there’s no way i missed him, he holdin’ his stomach
why the f*ck they keep sayin’, i’m buggin’? (like)
flockin’ this sh*t, everybody get covered
like, word to my mothеr
both threw a shot, we gon’ flock wit’ each othеr
b*tch, on my d*ck, n*gga, no, i cannot love her
[verse 2: jay5ive & sdot go]
(graah, graah*graah)
wanna see how i get when i bend with this gun? (graah*graah)
ain’t no pushin’ on ‘dot, is you dumb?
like, like, not tryna’ hear nun’
that b*tch betta’ move far away from her son
[?], that’s where i’m from (c’mere)
indictments, they tryna’ do me like trump (c’mere)
oh, she tryna’ line me? b*tch, i’m not the one
bullets rip through the back all the way to the front
tryna’ play with my bop, but, we want ‘em dead
ray deady got caught one in the head
bro get to fl!ckin’, knock him off his pegs
oh, he a baby? we rock him to bed (graah*graah)

[verse 3: sdot go & jay5ive]
jay don’t stop fl!ckin’, i’m tryna’ go next
i think i’m gettin’ close, he runnin’ outta breath
like on my bad side, time to go bend (c’mere)
i don’t want three word to bro i want ten
if i flock and then miss, then, n*gga, that’s a sin
when i bend through the ‘rey, i’m flockin’ at the rip
like, like, oh, that’s a crip?
n*gga, free g, [?]
n*gga, i did what i did
don’t gotta tell n0body how i get
like, you cannot live what i live
bro [?], i’m tryna’ fl!ck the whip (c’mere)
like, watch how i get on the nick
like, watch when the system free six
when boy touchdown, i bet he eat the clip
and when eli come home i bet he see this grip
put the beam on the gun, he runnin’ like he rick (graah*graah)
oh, he panickin’, movin’ like wick (c’mere)
if i [?], take a trip
like, i bet that they see a sweeper on they strip
like, he betta’ move, he don’t got a gun
like, he betta’ duck, that boy betta’ run
ty boogz shot, took it on a jump
got shot once again and he still ain’t do nothin’
[chorus: jay hound & sdot go]
bro threw a shot and he caught it
word to bro, on that block, it got boring
like, rolly on court*
like, like, rolly on court, no spalding
like, brodie don’t miss, get on him
i just might fl!ck outta foreign (c’mere)
two, three shots, no jordan
nazzy kept tryna’ hit ‘em, he on bullsh*t (graah*graah, boom)

[outro: sdot go]
c’mere, c’mere

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