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letra de glock17 - doc gruesome

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
got that glock 17, knock the opps, they body flop, this s’laughter vision
cerberus in the catacomb, there’s graves we digging
so who the f-ck you dissing, especially you b-tches
i pull up with the glock and send them bullets through your kitchen
b-tches talking like they hard but they can barely kick a gram a day
acting like you down but talking with them police on the ray
p-ssy! everybody seen that sh-t, you just a could-be
b-tch! never gave no p-ssy with these hoes i hear you pushing (uhh!)
make your body drop then send a finger to each cop (littlе b-tch!)
who you was talkin’ to ain’t nothing bl–dy body in the spot
pulled up on your block and get your pеople on that rock
i shaking out your bloodline, they working for that cop

[chorus: doc gruesome]
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face (b-tch!)
glock 17, 17
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face
mask always laced, never gonna catch a case
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face (b-tch!)
glock 17, 17
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face
what the f-ck you finna do b-tch? i’m sliding on through

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
ayy what the f-ck you gonna do? (what the f-ck you gonna do?)
chopper on my body while i’m passing on through (passing on through)
do some real sh-t, i don’t think you have a clue
try to k!ll myself daily, why the f-ck be scared of you?
f-ckin’ on my b-tch, she keep that burner on the hip
if i need that b-tch to smoke, you kick that blammer that she get
you kick that bammer like you lit, i kick that sh-t that make your life quick
i put you in a vice grip, then question your whole rhyme sh-t
b-tch i got the dopest dope you ever smoked, i be that
i post up in your home, sh-t, anywhere you be at
i seen you peeking through your window, think that i ain’t see that
i ran up in your kickback and blew your whole sh-t back
[chorus: doc gruesome]
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face (b-tch!)
glock 17, 17
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face
mask always laced, never gonna catch a case
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face (b-tch!)
glock 17, 17
glock 17, put that sh-t against your face
what the f-ck you finna do b-tch? i’m sliding on through

- doc gruesome

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