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lirik lagu glokk40spaz - i’m oso shiesty

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[intro]
walk out the court like, f~ck subpoena, make that money drown (money gang)
huh, walk out the court like, f~ck subpoena, make that money drown (money gang)
huh, i’m never d~mn sober, every d~mn day i tote that glock and i smoke loud
beefin’ with the mobb, catch a body ’bout the band
see a fake partner, i’m gon’ break his hand
these bullets so big, i don’t think you gon’ live again
capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
(i love dj gren8de)
whoa, yah

[chorus]
so many guns up in this trap, man, i might take them all (brr)
n~gga talkin’ crazy on that ‘gram, i might have to walk him down
catch his ass slippin’ in public, n~gga, f~ck is you talkin’ bout now? (f~ck is you talm’ ’bout?)
you ain’t gon’ see nothin’, you ain’t gon’ hear nothin’, we ain’t gon’ make no sound
walk out the court like, f~ck subpoena, makе that money drown (money gang)
huh, i’m nevеr d~mn sober, every d~mn day i tote that glock and i smoke loud
beefin’ with the mobb, catch a body ’bout the band
see a fake partner, i’m gon’ break his hand
these bullets so big, i don’t think you gon’ live again
capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[verse]
me and chap’ pop out with big ass drac’s and belittle him
said that it’s smoke with the mobb, it’s whatever then n~ggas be dyin’, they momma start cryin’ that’s what come with it
n~gga, you want your l!ck back?, speak up stop that mumblin’
when he p~ssy, i caught my opp lackin’ in cumberland
playin’ with the band, take a f~ck n~gga, on that ride
n~gga, he cappin’, sayin’ that he be with spaz, man, that f~ck n~gga lyin’
ten toes down, never thought about droppin’ no dime, hmm
catch my opp lackin’, n~gga, i’ma do whatever to that p~ssy, n~gga, i’ma take my time
man, they p~ssy, i catch my opp lackin’ in the nine
when kilo come back, we gon’ take every plug off
ever since a young age, i been livin’ on the d~mn edge, might just jump off
that boy wasn’t lookin’, ran off with his sh~t, a n~gga took his sh~t like randy moss
i ain’t go to trap, hit him with a double cross
you can’t hang with the d~mn band, n~gga, you soft
you know i be ready for war, ready to pop my glock
i be ready to go, ready write white chalk
ever since i was 13, i had g~lock
n~gga don’t touch me, i let one pop
i been with the f~ck sh~t, i can’t get jumped
n~gga tryin’ lil’ glokk, look then i got top bunk
i’ma f~ck my b~tch ’til the sun come up
[chorus]
so many guns up in this trap, man, i might take them all (so many guns)
n~gga talkin’ crazy on that ‘gram, i might have to walk him down (they talkin’ crazy)
catch his ass slippin’ in public, n~gga, f~ck is you talkin’ bout now? (f~ck is you talm’ ’bout?)
you ain’t gon’ see nothin’, you ain’t gon’ hear nothin’, we ain’t gon’ make no sound
walk out the court like, f~ck subpoena, make that money drown (money gang)
huh, i’m never d~mn sober, every d~mn day i tote that glock and i smoke loud
beefin’ with the mobb, i catch his body ’bout the band
see a fake partner, i’m gon’ break his hand
these bullets so big, i don’t think you gon’ live again
capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[outro]
(it’s dj gren8de)


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