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Song Flocky Flocky Lyrics Don Toliver ft Travis Scott | MU Lean

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Lyrics of Flocky Flocky Song penned and sung by Travis Scott & Don Toliver for Life of a Don Album.

Flocky Flocky Lyrics

Two cups man

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I’m movin’ fast
I pull up there with M’s, I’m back on whenever
Got a flight in the morning, I fly to New Orleans

I’ll be back in the morning
I’ll be back in the morning
She steady tweakin’ I’m forever you call it
She flocky flocky, I’m whatever you call it (Yeah)
Go sell your stuff but I won’t leave til’ the mornin’
SeƱorita got me goin’ and goin’ (Yeah)

You got a lot of questions
I got hella answers for you
Movin’ in silence
Got me movin’ careful
Got me movin’ together
You wasn’t there for me
Girl, if you love me don’t stare at me

Yeah
Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, oh
I got my blessings, know I’m movin’ fast
Yeah (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 [?] ’cause I’m off the boo, uh (Let’s go)
Yeah, you walk away in shame, the macarenas (Cha-cha)
I took her far away, to lit the way up (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-
She said “Yo where’s the safe”
Glocks and handles (Alright)
Glocks and Cougars

Got guns now you tucked
Lockin’ that juicer
Lawyers and shooters
All that [?] right from my two, yeah
It’s in my hanister (Yeah), I ain’t a rooster
I fucked and hit the dash, yeah, I’m changin’ routes, yeah (Straight up)
She left my tracksuit and my one’s, I gave her [?]
Bought a pint with the EDD, I swear you doin’ two [?]

Tasting cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I’m doin’ a hundred I ain’t see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I’m movin’ fast
I pull up there with M’s, I’m back on whenever
Got a flight in the morning, I fly to New Orleans

I’ll be back in the morning
I’ll be back in the morning
She steady tweakin’ I’m forever you call it
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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