letra de barry bonds - dcth4g
[chorus]
glock in the back and i’m really gon’ spray em’ all
hop out the crib and i get me my money long
pockets they fat, yeah they big and they very strong
think you gon’ beat me lil’ bro but you very wrong
feel like usain get that bag then i’m runnin’ off
runnin’ away got that glock and we gun em’ all
[verse 1]
hit a home run like i’m playin’ some baseball
hop in that lamb and i’m really gon’ chase y’all
all of this money i run to the bank
yeah i hop in that track and that black be the paint
yeah that glock hit his head and that dude finna faint
yeah i’m gettin’ that money put that on the gang
i keep makin’ this money i’m nеver gon’ stop it
get rich and blow up man that’s really my option
my boy at thе store and he ain’t even shoppin’
if he play with the gang then my boy finna drop em’
ain’t come with balloon but my boy really poppin’
she come to the room and that girl really hoppin’
yo girl on the list, yeah she one of my bodies
her friend comin’ over she all on my body
i came with a gun i ain’t talkin’ bout tommy
that dude he my son he a baby like tommy
that glock in the back get em’ ate like salami
or get ate like some stuffin’
that dude talkin’ tough but i really ain’t bluffin’
i ain’t finna trip cause he ain’t doin’ nothin
i go to the block and i got it all jumpin
she sippin’ the wock and the cup lookin’ muddy
don’t know why he talkin’ he not one my buddy’s
that glock finna laugh, kinda funny, it stutter
i’m rubbin’ her back, it’s smooth like b-tter
i feel like osama i came with a cutter
i came with your mama i came with your daughter
i came with the gang and we came from the gutter
i came with that glock and it spit like a llama
i came with my boy if he talk we gon’ gut em’
i came with that fye and it’s hot just like lava
i came with the gang, ysl, just like gunna (what, bop)
[chorus]
huh, hit a home run man i’m feelin’ like barry bonds
glock in the back and i’m really gon’ spray em’ all
hop out the crib and i get me my money long
pockets they fat, yeah they big and they very strong
think you gon’ beat me lil’ bro but you very wrong
feel like usain get that bag then i’m runnin’ off
runnin’ away got that glock and we gun em’ all
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