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letra de cannonblaster - glenn

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
godd-mn i got issues

[hook]
look, godd-mn i got issues
y’all don’t know what i been through
look, godd-mn i got issues
y’all don’t know what i been through
ay, godd-mn i got issues
y’all don’t know what i been through
look, godd-mn i got issues
y’all don’t know what i been through
[verse 1]
look, my mama was a crack fiend
my daddy was a crack fiend too
godd-mn now look at me
i’m wearing those same d-mn shoes
think i might burst up outta my skin
flirt with death like it’s really my b-tch
ain’t no water gonna wash these sins
man f-ck y’all hoes, i just wanna get rich
it’s real
real life, big money
no b-tch, ever gonna love me
i’m a dog, not afraid of n-body
on the couch at the trap house, my lobby
come and get some
i ain’t never been one to run for no beef
come and get some girl
bet you never been f-cked by a g like me
i be like
twelve-twenty my block
you ain’t pushing no rocks
you ain’t got no hands, boy
don’t come to my side
you ain’t got no ties
said he might be a bad boy
heads turn when i pull up
imma be blocking, checking your plug
i don’t give two f-cks
i been racking up lines in my all-black chucks
won’t gas no b-tch, run with no chumps
side b-tch in the back
chop, chop take a b-mp
side b-tch in the back
chop, chop take a b-mp
side b-tch in the back
chop, chop take a b-mp

[hook]

[verse 2]
pop one, pop two
i feel like superman, with a tool in my hand
might shoot out the van
watch your crew get fanned out
gotta work for that sh-t, no handouts
geeked up and i’m camped out
on the block, and we pushing to the penthouse
i ain’t worried about a rent now
got a gang full of killers that been down
since day one, i done owned it
i’m the sh-t, b-tch it’s my moment
if you sniffing dope, then we sold it
i stay talking sh-t, but i ain’t on it
look at it, imma beat you up with frank’s skateboard
it’s easy, you get what you paid for
got no remorse for my dirt
mama keep on telling me church gonna save me
this 80s baby don’t f-ck around
i might crack your melon, i’m evil
might sn-tch your skeleton up out your body
prepared to die for my people
i got like ten bands, four bricks
p-rno mags on my coffee table
she wake me up and then chop me down
while i’m eating steak in my [?] cable
i’m on
got a bag full of weed, 24k chain, won’t duck no b-tch on squat
keep it real when i cruise
pint full of booze and a pack full of blacks no lie
i’m high
please don’t f-ck around with my time
i been saying it all my life
if it ain’t about money don’t hit my line
if it ain’t about money don’t hit my line (please do not call)
if it ain’t about money don’t hit my line (please do not text)
(punk -ss b-tch) if it ain’t about money don’t hit my line

[hook]

- glenn

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