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lirik lagu glokk40spaz - nun 4 no schmuck

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[intro]
huh, flah

[verse]
how you finna rob a n~gga ass on foot?
terrorizin’ sh~t, i get to hangin’ with the crooks
shot ’em in the heart, i’m gon’ try not to look
yo’ bih’ keep bitin’, she don’t want nothin’ but a hook
i’m poppin’ it in philly, i be with the rooks
f~ck, get it back in blood, n~gga know what i took
finessed all them n~gga’s, wasn’t no hand that i shook
this a new gen5, this ain’t nothin’ for no schmuck
i’m rockin’ out, you gotta write that down in a book
i’m eatin’ all the plates, but they call me the cook
they steppin’ on my toes, so i put on the hoofs
we knockin’ sh~t off, you better tell them to shush
popped him in the ass, he got shot in the tush
big backwood, n~gga smokin’ on kush, tah, frrt (vanguard)
macho libre, n~gga hang with young pablo

i bought all that gas, they gotta re~up tomorrow

he just bought that ‘cat, but they just stole that car, though

you know i get wicked, like wicked
i tell lil’ bih’, “put in the digits”
catch a top opp, velly ride with that fifty
on a drill to his spot, pray to god, i don’t miss him
i waiting on that car, we gon’ shoot out the hinges
on the blacktop shootin’, but they steady that trigger
man, yo’ ho suckin’ d~ck, she just got her some fillers
twelve thousand, cash app, i pull out them k!llers (dyin’ ’bout it)
care ’bout i’m livin’ wrong, when i’m thinkin’ ’bout kyra
babylife, know we pull up like a diaper
caught that boy in traffic he ain’ up that lil’ rifle
i’m high as f~ck like the tower of that eiffel
y’all n~ggas keep gettin’ robbed, but i know that’s y’all cycle
kickin’ sh~t with angelo before i ball with michael
lv belt, but i ain’t think about the title
rehearsin’ that l!ck, you know i shut down recital
eight hundred thousand my distrokid, that my right hand to the bible (ten)
now you can say that fye’ was my idol
i ain’t tryna talk, did i f~ck her? i might’ve
met her outside, but it felt good inside her
boy, you’s a opp, you was hangin’ with my rivals
you not the shooter, boy, you just the rider
glokk40spaz, ain’t got no time for no fighters (flert, flert)
glock gettin’ hot, you know i took off the sweater
gotta get him knocked, n~gga, that my vendetta
dead or alive, n~gga, anythin’ better
headshot, call that the one time header
i’m in the land with the band, no nether
i’m throwin’ all that money in the club, that bih’ fall like a feather
i’m trappin’ on the block in the rain, any weather
that bih’ was gettin’ ran on straight in the telly
mp5 on my hip way before i got kelly
knife on the stick, but this bih’ look like machete
babylife vamp, but the backside heavy (backside, tuh)

cropped him out the pic, that’s a cold ass edit
rack in my hand, i had to buy her a tennis
i’m just gettin’ started, they thought i was finished (flert)
convicted felon, i ain’t somebody menace
you talkin’ on the ‘net, but act, ho, i don’t get it
mh, dead man, n~gga cashed out on the skelly
that bih’ don’t want nothin’ from b~whoa but a present
i don’t know ’bout they past, when i popped that ho, they sent ’em to heaven

diamond cross on me, the brand new pendant (hm)
but you already knew sh~t was finna pop when you said it
bad ass b~tch, know she lyin’, but she s~xy
i’m holdin’ the grudge, they know i want vengeance
clip on the fire, that bih’ keep extendin’
yo’ b~tch at my crib, on the tip, she get bit
yo’ bih’ was a thot, should’ve been got the hint
thirty thousand, know i keep that sh~t on my wrist


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