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letra de ytn (remix) - gloccboy tj

(intro)

n-gg- playin’ with the glocc like we ain’t gone pop on they -ss
hometeam business only
n-gg- know what’s goin’ on
we run the whole d-mn city

(verse 1) gloccboy tj

n-gg- i pull to your house, stretch everybody in it
the guns, the money, bubble gum and a penny
everybody home team been winning
everybody know glocc gang been winning
we catchin’ no cases
we leaving no faces
don’t ever slow down, we on high speed chases
these n-gg-s make stories, so ima erase em’
these b-tches complaing, so ima replace em’
we got blunts we face, and some in rotation
we deep in the car, nun’ but k!llers, they hatians
no time on the clock, when i say they gone waste ya’
f-ck on yo b-tch, cause’ you know that i’m playa
that n-gg- got by, he thought he got off
when i see em’, i see em’ , ima smack him in the jaw
take all his money
shoot him his face
go to his momma, and smack her in the face
so everybody claim they got gas
boy yo weed to plain
smokin’ on that sh-t and you know that it’s lame
i’m smokin’ on that sh-t, can’t remember my name
got a new b-tch with a brand new name
i’m the same pimp, so i run the same game
2 b-tches
2 cars
2 guns
2 rangs
god d-mn n-gg- , think my name two chains
the city of memphis, the south, walker homes
i jumped off the porch and i learned on my own
12 want me, gotta’ play hide and seek
leave the d-mn city, so they can’t find me
got a new chop, and a brand new whip
i don’t pay dues, like i’m tax exempt
these n-gg-s pay they way, but nah not me
i’m an outlaw n-gg-, fo’ i get on my knees

(bridge)

aye that young trap n-gg- got all the dope
aye that young trap n-gg- f-ck all the hoes
these n-gg-s is b-tches i gotta expose
and these young n-gg-s is the new hoes
let up to a n-gg- i just can’t do it
let up to a b-tch i just can’t do it
so called the realest, be the realest snitch
you claim the king, but really a b-tch

(verse 2)

why flougin’ like you rich
boy yo’ dollars don’t make sense
yo’ watch, yo’ chain
allat broke
yo’ pockets ain’t heavy
youn’ smoke no dope
black n’ mild is all you puff
silver spoon, yeen been through nun
don’t be flougin’ like you street
momma raised me right, but the streets changed my life

*glocc*

glocc, don’t get popped, but ain’t nothing poppin
everything just cookin’
i’m coolin’ in the kitchen with a whole bunch of crips
yea they bang left, they grape and kitchen
and they glocc
ain’t no switchin’
girl shut yo’ mouth with allat’ b-tchin’
we don’t hang with snitches
snitches get stitches

(bridge)

- gloccboy tj

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