Kay Flock - Brotherly Love (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kay Flock - Brotherly Love (en) Lyrics
Haha, yo, free me, man
We see the opps,
hop out, man
Keke, doa
The fuck, nigga
ha, free my son deuce
Free the blammas,
free us, fucked up
Hahaha
grrah-grrah
Doa, we
gone turn this shit up
Patty & migo, she
turnt the fuck up
Other some goofiest,
they some chumps
Forty kicking like bruce
lee when I dump
Bah bah lan,
who bitch who dumb?
Try to line me? I’m dying
with you on my gun
(Grah grah) try to line me? I’m
dying with you on my gun
I can’t lack for a bitch
that be on me
This thirty got opps with
him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't
get at the stoley
Shoot at the ops by my dolie
I was stuck in the street, I
was starting to get lonely
Nigga talking they shit
like they know me
I done been through the storm,
they can’t fold me
All the ops they
tryna clone me
Man whatever it is,
let it be that
Catch him leaving his crib,
he won’t be back
Bro he gone pop out the car,
he won’t see that
Shit get real, it's not fake
so don't think that
Fuck a day shift, my goons pop out
at dark, tryna slay shit
Off the patty and 'migos,
she ain't actin' basic
Free kay flock, I can't wait
'til that day hit
Doa, we gone
turn this shit up
You keep jacking the kid is you
ready to slide, to die
Like put all
your pride aside
All time for mines
The guys forever gonna ride
I don’t got a reason to lie
Rip jay, been friending
to say this
He told me like dougie these
niggas ain’t right
Wonder why I move wonky
well now you know why
Once again word to bro
no reason to lie
And don’t you get caught with that
nigga when i’m throwing shots
Like no there ain’t no
weaving or bob
Like no I can’t go up
i’m keeping my chop
This bullet gonna
get you some guap
You popped and hot
Like at any age you’re
getting flocked
Like every opp
they getting shot
Like dougie b
they gonna remember me
Miss all the memories,
tell ‘em free flock
Grah grah) try to line me? I’m
dying with you on my gun
Free flocka
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