Kay Flock - Shake It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kay Flock - Shake It (en) Lyrics
(Don't be shy girl go bonanza, shake
your body like a belly dancer)
Oh, we tryna bend
on the oppas
Bitch, I'm with 300 jets
and some flockas
Like, who hotter?
Top shottas
Hoodie'd up, dread down like
a rasta
I'm mr. Hang-out-the-v tryna flock 'em,
pop 'em, drop 'em (yeah boy)
And we don't got the, we
gon' hop 'em
Bory hop out wit' the, tryna
chop 'em
Talk on brodie, we
spin for a week
Slide with kay, only spin four
v's (word to my moth- r)
Got a lil' thotty that
holdin' my beam
Fuck that lil' boy who
got left in that v
Slide with two chop's, it's
like thirty in each
I been fiendin' and itchin'
to catch a g
And if he bunny hop, he get left
in the scene (grrah-grrah)
Nesty a bitch, nigga begged
on his knees (grrah)
Bitch it's
300 doa
Blow for the guys
I'm on go for the guys
Smoking o with the guys
Bitch, I hang out the v with
the pole, let it fly
They keep dissin' like I ain't
get back, don't know why
Bitch I'm gbg, word to your
dead, word to mines
Talk on nazzy, I bury
you, must wanna die
Talk on jayripk and 'jects
but what happened to?
We don't mention that boy
who got turned into za
Shake it, shake it, shake
it, shake it
I'm with the flockas,
I bet she get naked
Walk with the migos off
henny no chaser like
Shorty she bugging she want
me to spank it like
You on hots? Bitch
I'm on hots too
I pull up to your window
like drive thru
Come get showered with
bullets, no bridal
Put a tag on your head like
a bayou
Like huh, like what?
None of these bitches
is tough
I'm with the shits and
it give me a rush
Shorty be looking like
she got a crush
I'm not a stepper,
bitch I'm stomper
All of my ops get mixed
with the grabba
Broke bitch said she was gone
touch me (like what?)
She lying, hakuna matata
All the bros know I up
and I boom for em
Tell the ops that heaven
got room or em
Everything dead, nothing
is friendly
Up in my prada,
up in balenci
Fuck is she thinking? Know
that I'm sanctioned
You crazy?
Bitch I'm retarded
You okay? Something is wrong
Try to play me, you know
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