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letra de glory boyz - chief keef

[hook: chief keef]
glory boyz in this b-tch, we be f-cking all them hoes
and kush what we smoke, thought i had to let you know
only f-cking with them bros, thought i had to let you know
sending shots to them f-ck boys, thought i had to let you know
we them n-ggas that’s for sure, and i bet you know
wic city, lamron, glory boyz, bet you know
blackgate, bet you know, y’all fake, bet you know
bang bang, bet you know, thought i had to let you know

[verse 1: chief keef]
bullets flying your way, like a helicopter
and we pull triggers like scissors, that chopper tear your block up
have my n-ggas do the drill, and they don’t need no dollars
all they need is a full clip, i yell “action” they let it holler
you a b-tch n-gga go play, get the f-ck up out my face
have my guys do the drill, we don’t f-ck with you no way
300 n-gga that’s that, we some real n-ggas that’s fact
got that b-tch sucking my d-ck, while i’m rolling that loud pack
i’m mustard n-ggas so catch up, it’s a drill but you’ll get wet up
so don’t ever disrespect us, like bad kids we reckless
and all we know is drill, we train and go to k!ll
get money smoke loud and all we know is drill

[hook]

[verse 2: fredo santana]
every day i’m in this sh-t, every day it’s different sh-t
i be chasing after that bag, and i’ll be d-mned if i get bagged
and i’m all about that cash, screaming “f-ck the other side”
and you know it’s free the guys, all them n-ggas better duck
it’s a drill for them f-cks, i don’t f-ck around with them f-cks
and it’s front street and lamron, wic city that’s my team
and i slide up on blackgate and do some drills with sd
and they told me it’s a drill so i called up [?]
all them n-ggas think it’s sweet
that’s how summer they ‘gone see
all about the glory, everybody in the field
every day we in the field, every day we on drills
and i tell my n-ggas it’s real, because every day n-ggas get k!lled

[hook]

[verse 3: sd]
pay attention dumb f-ck, we a team don’t try your luck
a couple bands up in my pants, i’mma need a belt to hold it up
bad b-tches leave ’em stuck, i couldn’t be talking get up
rollin’ tripping out that stuff, that kush it got my eyes puffed
on the block getting money, no can’t f-ck around with them f-cks
wic city they do hits, and it ain’t no telling who they hit
front street, glory boyz, keep the hoes on the d-ck
f-ck n-ggas beat a face, i keep them heaters just in case
[2g?] city let em lay, lamron ain’t on the spray
i don’t f-ck around with them f-cks
it’s too many reals can’t be a cake
and them hoes we sh-ll em down, they tryna f-ck i want the face
fredo rolling up that stank, we act a jungle in the paint
drill

[hook]

- chief keef

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