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letra de sellout - glocc 40

[intro: glocc 40]
(fight!)
(this crazy!)
uh, look

[chorus 1]
love hurts so i can’t give it all out
just like kobe, my n-gga i ball out
just give me my bid, i can’t sell out
if he talk, then i’m flashing the h-ll out
shawty fat and it’s clapping, like jell-o
7 all on my back, like i’m melo
played her heart, like a game or a cello
played her heart, like a game or a cello

[verse]
fell in love, but i can’t let the game go
i got shooters that chill in the angles
and my life is protected my angels
and they can’t up the score, likе the bangles
man y’all n-ggas is p-ssy, don’t pop out
when i’m all in thе stu, b-tch i rock out
gotta dream, so i can’t even bug out
don’t come in the stu, get the f-ck out
don’t tell on the guys, you a sell out
making raps so i can get the pain out
d4r, imma die in a bang out
if i tell you “i love you”, i mean it
bae just give me your heart, ’cause i’m fiening
when i see you, i think that i’m dreaming
when you call me, i started the cheesing
imma gangster, i don’t get these feelings
7th street bae, i grew up with villains
we was young so we smoked in the buildings
if i told you my life, i’d be tripping
i was young, maybe 10 started gripping
had a 9, then i got in the kitchen
scr-pe the rex, we don’t do none the whipping
broke into houses so i can be dripped in
ferragamo and polo, can’t f-ck with that gucci
i stepped in the rain with some prada’s
got some dreads and i smoke, like a rasta
call me wayne, i must think i’m a shotta
bullets hot, and they cook him like pasta
joy was nice, so we put her in grabba
he my son, so i must be his father
i’m too hot, so i sleep in the water
go too hard, like i’m baby or lava, uh
up in the cold, i’m moving bold
left the trap house with my pole
i’ve been up all night, they said i was dead
so i gotta make him go
and your n-gga sellout, he say he a gangster
but he just broke the code
how your n-gga gangster, but he a sell out
and he just f-cking told
seen some real n-ggas fold under pressure
gotta chop, and it sing just like precious
and i speak what i live, without effort
know some n-ggas who trap in a tesla
if he talk, then we leave his ass breathless
golden gun gon’ slide with suppressors
can’t diss ’em no more, so i chill out
can’t diss ’em no more, so i chill out
[chorus 2]
love hurts so i can’t give it all out
just like kobe, my n-gga i ball out
just give me my bid, i can’t sell out
if he talk, then i’m flashing the h-ll out
shawty fat and it’s clapping, like jell-o
7 all on my back, like i’m melo
played her heart, like a game or a cello
played her heart, like a game or a cello

- glocc 40

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