Flocky Flocky Lyrics Don Toliver


Flocky Flocky Lyrics By Don Toliver. She flocky flocky, I’m whatever you call it (Yeah) Go sell your stuff but I won’t leave til’ the mornin’ Señorita got me goin’ and goin’ (Yeah) You got a lot of questions I got hella answers for you Movin’ in silence.

Flocky Flocky Lyrics Don Toliver

Two cups man

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, ohI’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, ohI count my blessings, know I’m movin’ fastI pull up there with M’s, I’m back on wheneverGot a flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans (Yeah)I’ll be back in the morningI’ll be back in the morningShe steady tweakin’ off whatever you call itShe flocky flocky, I’m whatever you call it (Yeah)Go sell your stuff but I won’t leave til’ the mornin’Señorita got me goin’ and goin’ (Yeah)

You got a lot of questionsI got hella answers for youMovin’ in silenceGot me movin’ carefulGot me movin’ togetherYou wasn’t there for meGirl, if you love me don’t stare at me

YeahTasting cotton candy, hit the gas, ohI’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, ohI got my blessings, know I’m movin’ fastYeah (Woo)

Blessings on blessings, I’m drownin’ all in ’em, I’m havin’ a scoop (Yeah)Top of the top and I’m leadin’ the chart ’cause I’m still off the boo, uh (Let’s go)Yeah, you walk away in shake, them macarenas (Cha-cha)I took her far away, to Lithuania (It’s lit)I keep a place to bait, to tune your brain up (Uh)She stuff her face in cake, no way it’s- (Safe)She said “Yo where’s the safe”Glocks and handles (Alright)Glocks and CougarsGot guns, now you tuckedLockin’ that juicer (Woo)Lawyers and shooters (Woo, woo)Are they gon’ prove stuff? Right from my two, yeahIt’s in my hanister (Yeah), I ain’t a roosterI f^^ked and hit the dash, yeah, I’m changin’ routes, yeah (Straight up)She left in my tracksuit and my one’s, I gave her new bucksBought a pint with the EDD, I swear you doin’ too much

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, ohI’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, ohI count my blessings, know I’m movin’ fastI pull up there with M’s (Skrt), I’m back on wheneverGot a flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans (Yeah)I’ll be back in the morning (Yeah-yuh)I’ll be back in the morningShe steady tweakin’ off whatever you call it (Tweak, tweak)She flocky flocky, I’m whatever you call it (Yeah)Go sell your stuff but I won’t leave til’ the mornin’

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