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letra de ​motor - dcth4g

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[intro]
(huh, yeah, huh, on gang gang gang (gangsta grizill))
(yeah, i got that glock and i’m really gon boom)

[chorus]
yeah, play with the gang and that glock really blowin’
i got me them racks, i ain’t even gon show it
we come to your block and i’m really gon’ close it
we doin’ this stuff every day, i’m too goated
glock in the back hit that boy in the shoulder
we gunnin’ him down like we don’t need a motive
i’m runnin’ the town but i don’t need a motor (hoodrich)
my neck full of water, these diamonds, they floaters
that chop in the back lookin’ big like a boulder
i stack up this green in the back, it get older
she come to the back and she beggin’ to fold her
got all of this money, i can’t even hold it
i hop out the crib and i really control it
i came with the gang and my boy really rollin’
you say you got swag, but i know that you stole it (hoodrich)

[verse 1]
all of this ice on my wrist, it be frozen
we uppin’ the bl!ck, yeah, the gang really rose it
i copped me the lamb, yeah, you know that i chose it
yo’ girl in the crib and her back gettin’ broken
my pockets they big and they lookin’ too bloated
my pockets too big man, they lookin’ gigantic
got all of this ice, i ain’t talkin’ titanic
the gang goin’ brazy, the gang goin’ manic
that chop in the back and it’s comin’ in handy
don’t know why he talkin’, he sweet like some candy
yo’ girl tryna look and she really start fannin’
he come to the block and my boy really ban him
that boy better stop it, that glock really poppin’, you know that i shot him, he ain’t even standin
my boy finna rock like he play in a band
no, i ain’t in a band, but i’m bringin’ them bands in
500 bands and i spend on a mansion
leave that boy hangin’, he really can’t roll with us
glock in the back, just incase he start rollin’ up
opp in a pack and my boy really rollin’ em
rollin’ him up
he get put in a blunt
got some drank in the cup
yeah, that glock finna buss
i got all of this money, don’t fit in a bus
gotta get me this money, you know it’s a must
yeah, we sendin’ them shots, yeah, that boy better duck
got that glock in my pocket, it really get tucked
bang, yeah, them boys really ain’t ready
pull up with that glock, finna pop like confetti
get kicked out the spot, yeah, we feelin’ like messi
sendin’ them shots from the glock where your chest be
sippin’ that drank, i ain’t talkin’ bout nestlé
fly to the top, with the birds, where the nest be, bop
[chorus]
yeah, play with the gang and that glock really blowin’
i got me them racks, i ain’t even gon show it
we come to your block and i’m really gon’ close it
we doin’ this stuff every day, i’m too goated
glock in the back hit that boy in the shoulder
gunnin’ him down like we don’t need a motive
i’m runnin’ the town but i don’t need a motor
my neck full of water, these diamonds, they floaters
that chop in the back lookin’ big like a boulder
i stack up this green in the back, it get older
she come to the back and she beggin’ to fold her
got all of this money, i can’t even hold it
i hop out the crib and i really control it
i came with the gang and my boy really rollin’
you say you got swag, but i know that you stole it

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