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letra de glock - dustero

intro:
(no way hozay)
yeah
i might ko the perc up in my fako
run up on me wrong turn the head into a bagel
hop on the beat and watch it f-ckin’ break-o
yeah
keep all that, keep all that
that shot straight trait
yeah, yeah, yeah
interlude:
b-tch, what the f-ck you say about me?
you really want the smoke?
i’m warning you
(put the glock)
chorus:
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
every move that i make you know i rock it
every beat that i hit, put the glock in my pocket
these hoes keep dissin’ guess who the topic
so they wanna run up on me shoot thеm like gahobli
with the step that thеy take just like an arrow i always catch the sh-t and thrown it back, no hoe me
ballin the sh-t like i’m jordan, k!llin’ these b-tches like i’m a warden
move on we wipin’ yo nose, shoot some put a tag on your toe
get down your cuttin’ the row, f-ck off into the back
bullets eat the b-tch up like i’m playing pac man
oh well, leave him on a quick stand
verse one:
b-tch i’m the goat, mac with the scope
pick the wrong side back to the court side
now he watches this sh-t from the flow
now he watches this sh-t from the row
we let this burn like you f-ck with no rubber
we let this burn like you f-ck with no jimmy
we let this turn like you work with no cover
we let this turn like you flirt with no lover
i hop on the beat you know that i k!ll it
my hoes loose screws, you know that they drillin’
yeah i do it all with that gang gang
you know that we bang bang
you know that a drake thang
in the club, we hang hang
we go together like tang tang
chorus:
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
every move that i make you know i rock it
every beat that i hit, put the glock in my pocket
these hoes keep dissin’ guess who the topic
so they wanna run up on me shoot them like gahobli
with the step that they take just like an arrow i always catch the sh-t and thrown it back, no hoe me
ballin the sh-t like i’m jordan, k!llin’ these b-tches like i’m a warden
move on we wipin’ yo nose, shoot some put a tag on your toe
get down your cuttin’ the row, f-ck off into the back
bullets eat the b-tch up like i’m playing pac man
oh well, leave him on a quick stand
verse two:
oppositions mad if they say that they gon’ pop quick
fly’s hoes in the hood, yeah i’m a c-ckpit
ain’t say much when a hot b-tch speaking on the hot sh-t
f-ck the police cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
b-tch you know what you do, is one felony
since we came in this world and we lookin’ for murder
we never stop until the glock starts breakin’
we check the ammo to be sure no fakin’
we always check to be no snakin’
we let it burn like you f-ck with n0body
we let it burn like you f-ck with no b-tches
we let it burn like you f-ck with no nothing
yeah, that’s it
that’s how you do it buddy
good job, good job
outro:
yeah
i might ko the perc up in my fako
run up on me wrong turn the head into a bagel
hop on the beat and watch it f-ckin’ break-o
yeah
keep all that, keep all that
that shot straight trait

- dustero

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