lirik lagu noirillusions - glock box
[intro]
thats what i thought you said
now let me offer this as a reb-ttal
[chorus: noirillusions]
b-tch, i tote my glock, b-tch, i tote my glock (woo!)
b-tch be on your block, please don’t tell the cops (woo!)
all this dope, homie, i call it exhaust
smoking fat backwoods and they like cigars
i like foreign cars (yuh), i f-ck foreign broads
that b-tch too d-mn loud put d-ck in her mouth
she didn’t like me back then but she like me now
pour a 4 in my cup,hope that i don’t drown
[verse 1: noirillusions]
b-tch i’m gucci down
lil hoe wash me down
i be servin all these bricks
ship em outta town
she just popped a percocet now she actin out
put some gold in my mouth
now she like my smile
30k i just made last week
now your b-tch wanna f-ck with me
take a sip of the bubbly
oh my god blue hunnids on me
when you sleep b-tch you see me in your dreams
money tall yeah tall like yao ming
b-tch i ball yeah i ball like kobe
all that -ss put that p-ssy on me
[chorus: noirillusions]
b-tch i tote my glock
b-tch i tote my glock
b-tch be on your block
please don’t tell the cops
all this dope homie i call it exhaust
smoking fat backwoods and they like cigars
i like foreign cars
i f-ck foreign broads
that b-tch too d-mn loud put d-ck in her mouth
she didn’t like me back then but she like me now
pour a 4 in my cup
hope that i don’t drown
[verse 2: fijimacintosh]
riddin’ that d-ck like a bike
chopper ain’t really gon bite
chopper [?] hit and [?] bite
f-ckin’ that b-tch all night
diamonds on wrist they bright
f-ckin’ that b-tch all night
diamonds on wrist, they bright
n-gg-s mad n-gg-s f-ckin’ mad
shawty make it dance
choppers dance, choppers h-t his mans
b-tches f-ck up yams
i go ape like i’m little caesar
turn into vegeta
in the trenches with that dessert eagle
serve you and ya people
oh d-mn
my hands
full of bands
she gone
twerk some
for ya man
pop a rubber band
money going everywhere
[chorus: noirillusions]
b-tch i tote my glock
b-tch i tote my glock
b-tch be on your block
please don’t tell the cops
all this dope homie i call it exhaust
smoking fat backwoods and they like cigars
i like foreign cars
i f-ck foreign broads
that b-tch too d-mn loud put d-ck in her mouth
she didn’t like me back then but she like me now
pour a 4 in my cup
put that auto down
[outro]
thats what i thought you said
now let me offer this as a reb-ttal
izak made this one
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