Lyrics:
the Glocks
I got the addy, slide on the opps, let off some shots
It's all fun and games until your ass get dropped
You want the smoke, boy, watch how quick you
and plans
The corner-shop owner predicts a war with Iran
A family caught in traffic as they pass by the church
The father tells the children if we're late
through in a strap, with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up, in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
damn stupid
It could've parked in handicap
You can get kidnapped why
Bitch suckin' dick, in need chin strap
(Lil Boat) puttin' in work with the chop
It's
mean a heart attack
I mean all of that
Reading Braille off her garter strap
Oh I got it bad
I can draw her body with a pen and pad
She got me
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
flesh is peeling
Call up Diana Ross and ask
Her how she's feeling
A failure down with Elizabeth Taylor
Illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones male boy
Your
shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS, it's they fault
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe
[Chorus: Young Jeezy] + (Jody Breeze)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well
Makin' them bands on repeat, she wanna fuck with a G, G
Grabin my GG, pull out that strap, no BB
Pull out that strap, no Lesbo
They call me Percules,
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
and Keates.
The characters of the "Gay Parade"
Formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King.
But whenever they sing all postal workers
smacked like Dee Barnes
And you get smacked like a
Baseball by B bonds i'm to the point
I could kill a nigga with three lines
Watch this with, three, lines
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no
really don't do it, do they?
So I'm doin' it for y'all
Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin' with
as a freight train
Mad dog, great dane, bang with game
Boy you get the best of me
You better burn the rest of me
Chеf the nigga specialty
You want to hear thе
in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with
These done, twist and baking
Catch your favors, getting favors
Getting zippers, it's on the river
Like I kill 'em, strap feel 'em
Barely feel
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
locked down all day
Real nigga by myself
Kevin Hart with it all day
You ever go night-night, nigga
Don't look at that white light, nigga
I'm back on this
then
Find out what your gang ‘bout
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tech with that
Cooling system on me you think you want it
You
to be fuckin' with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me
Get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggas know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin'
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