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letra de 40 glock - donkey

[intro – lil boosie]
kt on the track…

[pre-hook – donkey]
they want that gangsta sh-t? f-ck it, let’s give it to ’em
this ain’t no dancin’, this that steppin’ sh-t, let’s give it to em
waitin’ on kt to turn me up and drop the b-ss
so i can go ham and put it in they face

[hook]
40 glocks, aks, machine guns
if you don’t own a yoppa’ betta get you one (ok)
40 glocks, aks, machine guns
if you don’t own a yoppa’ betta get you one (ok)
40 glocks, aks, machine guns
if you don’t own a yoppa’ betta get you one (ok)
40 glocks, aks, machine guns
if you don’t own a yoppa’ betta get you one (ok)

[verse 1 – donkey]
they say i done lost my mind
but they ain’t lying
you put your hands on me padnuh, lotta people dying
i’m bucking like a buffalo up in this b-tch
acting like a n-gga that ain’t never had sh-t
a couple aks, .223s, and a ap9
a .45 desert eagle, sh-t i keep mine
heart stoppers, car stoppers, know what i’m talking ’bout?
them n-ggas be thugging like that, off in that dirty south
you could have your vest on, i bet your -ss don’t make it home
i see you thugging lil’ n-gga, y’all ready to get it on
that n-gga lookin crazy, go on check him then (f-ck it!)
if he still mugging, dome check him then (dome check him then!)
it’ll be gunplay, get got up on that one-way
but it’s bye bye bye cause my n-ggas they don’t play

[bridge – donkey]
whatup lee banks, n-gga? i know y’all boys yoppa’d up in your section n-gga, give it to ’em then!

[verse 2 – lee banks]
hold up now lil’ daddy (hold up)
better calm your -ss down
marching band off in the trunk
don’t make me drum your -ss down
inside it’s fistbox
country stomp your -ss down
you can try to run but i swear i’ll come run your -ss down
load it, c-ck, and blast rounds
you know it’s r-t-rded
out of line i’m gon’ slap your dumb -ss
soon as he start me
.40 in the car with a choppa, tec, and a carbon and them
.223s i ain’t talking a pair of jordans
wild life, stupid and ignorant, my mind f-cked up
hit one, missed the two other n-ggas, they lucked up
put your hands on me, you gon’ leave out of here bust up
toilet bowl boys, sh-t get sh-tty, i’ll flush something
paranoid don’t trust nothing
clutchin’ everywhere i go
loose cannons with hammers will blam you, everybody know
play with me, you gotta get out of here and that’s how it go
full-fledged geronimo, i’m letting them choppas go

[verse 3 – money bagz]
.40 glocks, aks… and army guns
sh-t with drums that hold a hundred, spit and rip your whole arm
knock out your lung bruh you done
that glock .40 got a beam
play with me, you d-i-e, boy i got k!llers on my team
i got shooters who tote rugers, bought my b-tch a lil’ revolver
inside her louis bag a problem solver
and me personally i got a sk with 3 clips
and each one holding ’bout 30, do the math you lil’ b-tch, ’bout 90 spitting
you can’t take the heat i’m bringin? get out the kitchen
cause f-ckin with my n-gga, revolvers, and glocks will leave you missing
them lobsters out of choppas have you swimming with the fishes
you don’t own a choppa’? better mind your business
it’s wicked, n-gga

- donkey

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