Lyrics:
glock o’clock
Cuz once the gun start you know it never stop.
I’ll Milly rock ignoring calls on my wrist with Apple Watch
She on my jock
Strap and stay
pretend you ever mattered to me
I don’t really, pay attention to anything that you doin'
So best get up off my jock-strap before I leave you ruined,
seekin'?
The syncopated rhymes are at their peak
When you jumped on my D.I.c.k.
That's the one thing that I don't play
The jock strap was to big for you
seekin'?
The syncopated rhymes are at their peak
When you jumped on my D.I.c.k.
That's the one thing that I don't play
The jock strap was to big for you
Limit affiliated be givin' me dap
'Cause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock straps
Perhaps you've heard of this Richmond playa
Ho layer, infrared
slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies
discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office
on femoral
Fuck you fuck you
You wear La Toya's jock strap that's right
Very naughty slave bony bitch
Fucking pedophile piece of
Shit you're guilty
You dance
Westside, bandanna tied
A$AP life, got a Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my
raps (you know I got 'em)
I'm in the booth
Cup on me like a jock strap (I ain't lying)
And I will not nap
Until the bottle's empty
Then I pour
raps (you know I got 'em)
I'm in the booth
Cup on me like a jock strap (I ain't lying)
And I will not nap
Until the bottle's empty
Then I pour
know that you got one too
Down your jock strap
Don't you talk back
'Cause she's still got a hold of you
When nothin's on my mind
She can't be far behind
jockin at my jock strap
Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
Now you gotta spat, spit it out
what you know about
Pass the Courvoisier, Busta show me how
Canary-yellow diamond, the Goldyn Chyld
Bitch play like a jock strap on
Hard dicks and hold
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white, but my cock black
Purple drink, got that
up like she being Kidnapped
Body movin' like there she go make me snap
Already got me hard, like high school jock straps
Let's recap there's no
heard of Gotti? Do you get the picture?
Motherfuckers couldn't even hold
My jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dawg, fuck rap
'Cause I kill for the fun
on my jock strap
Now you walk around praising my name
Cause i'm slamming and I make you feel the pain
You don't have what it takes to be an MC
Ya just
was blessed
With lessons from God
Three, six, oh is the flow
I got so many styles I come full circle
I treat you like a jock strap
Cause it's my dick
understand what it makes you
Jocks don't like us - Cause they're not like us
Jocks don't like us - We don't wear jock straps
Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock
Bout to run the rock home
Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch
In the pocket
Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock
Bout to run the rock home
Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch
In the pocket
Uh-uh-uh-huh
I was the long-lost daughter of disco
Dancing through my jock-strap dreams
In my funky little Fiat
Chasing down my Masterpiece
Yeah, yeah,
chop him all up!
And he's cutting off the pig scraps and toss 'em to the hogs
Right next to the cheerleader body's in the fog
Kill a jock strap letterman
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