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Artiste:
Travis Scott
Titre:
Blocka La Flame
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(Intro: Popcaan) Dis type of shit happens everyday. All dem I'm under mourn for people pon stay. But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray. None of them have the guts to pull out and spray. (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka. Serve it to my flocka. Yeah, that’s my flocka. To my flocka. Pray to Lord on my shotta. She be proper. Yeah, that’s my flocka. (Verse One: Travi$ Scott) I'm that Ferragamo Hussein Tom cruising, Rock Of Ages Semi-god estate Getting cake, could've thought I'm Jewish Fuck, fuck, fuck, my leisure show my language Nowadayses, niggas been at round tables Talking all that heinous language Plutonica, insomnia, put that money on your head Balenciagi yarmulke Fifteen when I carried loads of them oziums And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me My bad. Looks cocky, might sag She give me head before the ass And never let no nigga smash No puffing, no pass, we breaking if we can get half Thank you for making it last Get everything that you got Break me a piece of that off Rest in peace niggas I lost (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka. Serve it to my flocka. Yeah, that’s my flocka. To my flocka. Pray to Lord on my shotta. She be proper. Yeah, that’s my flocka. (Verse Two: Travi$ Scott) Oh God, this shit too cold for the mink, Ye Bang, bang, bang. My niggas ain't tamed Might buried your ass in that Sphinx, mane Sip merlot, watch us make the champagne rain Let my ding-a-lang hang I'm a southside nigga with a king reign. We running, summers, we running Spring and fall, jogging be nothing Winter, they cuffing Cuffing them up as they loving The same month as my niggas stuffing Riding through, rocking chaka zulu Block crip or whole family blue Bloody. Yeah, soowoop Ain't you supposed to preach what you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbing Get baptized if you baptist But ain't it evil to live backwards? Holy ghost, hold on, Chakalu blakalu los That's tongue for you niggas who lost (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka. Serve it to my flocka. Yeah, that’s my flocka. To my flocka. Pray to Lord on my shotta. She be proper. Yeah, that’s my flocka.