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no flockin' - kodak black (sped up)

[LYRICS] Damn, that's so sad K-K-K, K-K-K Young nigga, I got old cash Spazzin' on they ass I got Prada on my hoe ass Got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag Shoppin' on they ass I just bought a new old Jag Yeah, it's so fast Smokin' flocka, you a jackass All I smoke is gas Don't you ask me where the pole at Where your clothes at? I ain't talking 'bout my niggas Dammit, but y'all tripping, too Is it you? Damn, my nigga What the hell got into you? Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway I was skipping school On my Ps and Qs On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo Bleeding concrete, bet you Niggas won't come 'cross the street Pardon me, I don't talk to you So don't you talk to me I ain't dissin' on nobody B I'm vibin' on the beat Honestly, I'm just trying to be I just gotta be Tryin' to get over on anything They tellin' lies to me I spent five on my pinky ring She love my diamond ring Anyway, I'm married to the game She said her vows to me I ain't getting on my knees Bae, you bow down to me You go down for me You lay down and do the time for me Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you But don't you lie to me It's little Kodak, the finesse kid Boy who hot as me? Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid I smoke broccoli I will run around your Whole board like Monopoly Ol' boy, you's a broke boy Flocka's got you beat Chocolate, call me Reese's Can't catch me without the piece C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down You falling off your feet I will trick your ass for a treat Call it Halloween Yeah, that money's What I play for, call it lottery Goddamn, you's a clown to me You's a clown to me You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me Get in the car with me You a funny guy Don't you even joke around with me How could it be? Get from 'round a G You grounded from me I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money Want some food? Boy, you hungry I want them hundreds, hundreds