Lyrics:
Now what the fu fu fu
Hoes flock flock flock
What the fu fu fu
Hoes flock flock flock
What the fu fu fu
Hoes flat flock flock
What the f**k hoe flok
We feel so good
As we flock together
So much in common
We all gather, gather, gather
Don't need no manifesto
Just a little instinct
Safety
We feel so good
As we flock together
So much in common
We all gather, gather, gather
Don't need no manifesto
Just a little instinct
Safety
Excuse me, the music okay
Roberto Flock, a little bit
8808, are able to eat
On your hair is a strawberry shirt
Oh okay, press it again
But it's
(DY Krazy)
(Big Homie Flock)
(808 Mafia)
DY Brazy
(?)
(Flocka!)
Gang gang nigga, you can't hang nigga
You a strange nigga, we on painkillers
ya!
Whoa!
Flock
Whoa!
Flock
Whoa!
Flock
Whoa!
Flock
Watch me do it!
Watch me flock
(Watch Me)
Watch me do it!
Watch me flock
(Watch Me)
Now watch me
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
What What What What
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh my Lord Oh my Gee
Jesus call I flock with the team
Oh my Lord Oh my Gee
Jesus call I flock
Flock, flock, flock, flock together
Like the birds of a feather, oh yea
Like the birds of a feather, oh yea
Flock, flock, flock, flock together
Like
my wishes
Never at the bottom
Keep myself from out the ditches
Yeah
They 'gon flock
They 'gon flock
They 'gon flock (flock, flock)
They 'gon
Flock, flock, flock, flock together
Like the birds of a feather, oh yea
Like the birds of a feather, oh yea
Flock, flock, flock, flock together
Like
Ahh karasuno
Ikuzo!
All of my flock we rock it, crows we flock in
You out of pocket, uh, uh
All of my flock we rock it, crows we flock in
You out
to the mountain tops
Always on my own wave never copied opps
You busters copping out
Watch your mouth
Be on the chopping block
Like a chicken flock
Huh
Be
My love my love soar soar
My love my love soar soar
My love my love soar soar
Flock flock flock flock
My love my love soar soar
My love my love soar
bitch see my sauce man I know she gone flock
I know she gone flock
Yo bitch I know she gone flock
That hoe I know she gone flock
That broad I know she
feeling cool
I possessed the power, I was singing grunge rock
Trying to fuck a fiend from a big bad flock
I possessed the power, I was singing grunge rock
Yeah
Ha
King
We got Astronate in the motherfucking building stop playin with me
Birds of a feather
Gonna flock together
Birds of a
Birds of a feather
singing Outside The Flock
Peeking in
I can't see I'm being blocked
Climbing on top of this rock trying to jump in
But somethings stopping me from joining
So in my groove
Got em Blinded by Mula and jewels
All these girls how the hell
Do I choose
Guard ya bitch
Cuz she flock'n the crew
Yea they
diddy bong bong biddy bang hey!
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay well!
Who can make the girls flock (Who can make them girls flock)
Who can turn them
Come let us praise the Lord our God
He made us we belong to Him
Come praise the Lord, O you children of God
We are the sheep of His flock
Come
Took time da bag going
Ran up my bag going
Now all da bitches flock knowing
Da Rollie on my wrist going Tik-Tok
Tik-Tok
Took time getting da bag
[Hook]
I'm the shepherd of my flock, fuck the rest
She my whole team, watch me fuck the rest
I'm the shepherd of my flock, fuck the rest
She my whole
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
Look at the pigeon talk look at the way they walk walk
While they stopping they looking they flock flock
They crowding they flapping they kumquats
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