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lirik lagu glockboyz teejaee & onfully - took your seat

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
money
uh, uh, uh
money

when i was on the ‘hound, you was somewhere bein’ a hound
this pill in my pocket make a b~tch smile not frown
i been gettin’ money since n~ggas was bangin’ lil bow wow
i ain’t had to say a word, the b~tch put her head down
now
tell me how you want it
n~gga we can buck right now, where you want it?
switches of them gl!cks make a n~gga run, forrest
risk taker, four for 20, mas’ goin’ for it
that’s no cap
i was gettin’ 23 and i wasn’t even 23
feds had my n~gga in a room singin’ r&b
tough on the streets but in jail n~ggas raz~b
caught a opp, couldn’t k!ll him, so he got his ass beat
i ain’t did sh~t but get pape’, why you mad at me?
let a n~gga play, he gon’ lay, that’s how it ‘posed to be
i’ll sell the sh~t right out the trunk like i’m master p
my flint n~gga sell b’s like he enrgy
throw him in the coupe and hit his top like he kennedy
bro down for double homicide, free timothy
heard they had fifty on my head, is you kidding me?
n~gga, i done made that twice in one week
(n~gga, money)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
in the coupe with two hoes, it’s just one me
glock on me’ll wrap you up, i don’t need no beat
you don’t ever use yo’ gun, you don’t need yo’ heat
she wanna f~ck a n~gga who gettin’ some money so i took yo’ seat
i caught a opp and couldn’t k!ll him, put them hands on him
i just f~cked the baddest b~tch inside the city, did my dance on her
i sell dog, she want some girl, i put my mans on her
n~ggas be hot~heads, that’s why i got my fan on me
i be daydreamin’ ’bout money, it be drivin’ me crazy
in the hood, tryna find some m&ms like slim shady
in the trap with a little bit of boy, like a baby
in the field, ask my n~ggas, i’m a goat, tom brady
i’m with yak, you know his watch worth a brick
couple thousand off a ‘bow if i bust down this b~tch
she got me feinin’ for the p~ssy, so i payed her for a fix
offer prayer for when you die, then yo’ mans f~cked yo’ b~tch, n~gga
please stop telling me i’m boujee
i like it nasty, i want a ghetto b~tch like suki
talkin’ bout she got some wap, you know me, i’m like, “prove it”
and tell yo’ baby daddy i ain’t yo’ last n~gga, i’ll shoot him
real trap n~gga, throw my mikes on, grab my 23
i put a titty on the glock, this b~tch a double d
she said i’m actin’ like a boss, this hoe ask me, “who is me?”
i’m the glockboy, i know you heard about me in these streets
[verse 3: onfully]
make that boy put it in a basket when we robbin’
my b~tch don’t like to drink wine, she like casa
feel like yak, over here it’s no flockin’
all ’em games got you caught up in a web, peter parker
buckshots got spots on his face like xavier
you havin’ nightmares, onfully in yo’ head like i’m freddy
she tryna break the bank, i’m like, “bring it when you ready”
he think he smokin’ za but we gave his ass some reggies
orange pill, no, this ain’t no aspirin, this a addy
on the road with them griffies, i ain’t even need an advi’
catch him out, shut his lights off, i’m bein’ flashy
on that road, know i’m strapped tight, belt fastened

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