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letra de go - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
(ayy, turn me up one more time, dj)
(bangthatsh-t)
come on, ayy

[verse]
i had to keep keep goin’ on n-ggas
i was just chillin’ at the crib, so i hit the road on n-ggas
f-ck around and made a hundred, i ain’t comin’ home on n-ggas
i know some k!llers who got locked, and they went bold on n-ggas
don’t make me tap your head
man, you be beatin’ on your b-tch, i tap dope instead
i always get the p-ssy from that b-tch ’cause i hate her head
big baller, shot caller, she like, “boy, stop stallin'”
ayy, man, she been tryna f-ck for days, i ain’t got the time for her
rich n-gga, change hoes just like i change my clothes
you don’t wanna play with me, wе k!ll people, tae d.o.e
that’s not shawty on thе low, n-gga, and everybody knows
man, i ain’t trippin’ if she f-cked, though, that’s everybody ho
i drive the foreign like a stollie and a stollie like a stollie
i treat the baddest of the baddest hoes like sh-t, act like i don’t know ’em
you be hangin’ ’round a n-gga who be snitchin’, sh-t, i gotta go
real street n-gga, and you don’t know me, i be done wiped your nose
i be the reason that these n-ggas gotta go
i be the reason n-ggas gotta hide they ho
so on the count of three
n-gga, i start rollin’ up the weed because i love to smoke
n-gga, i love this beef sh-t, even my mama know
n-gga, come blow somethin’, i’m rollin’ up a three-five right now, finna go torch it
n-gga, i’m really in the hood, y’all lil’ n-ggas be porch thuggin’
and if i’m out of town, i’m probably with the plug or somethin’
man, i just scored on some drank
not really, ’cause lil’ brodie poured me up
drug addict, i dropped a percy in my cup
bad b-tch, and she snuck the bl!cky in
if she gon’ do whatever i say, i’ll probably let her have some kids
i’m in miami with the top down, the bl!cky on my lap
sh-t, i’ve been lookin’ for the opps, i’m even searching google maps
my dog out of town with the girl, and you know that b-tch got slapped
i lost some money f-ckin’ with her, but i ain’t trippin’ over that
man, real player, i had to—
my n-gga
i mean, it’s all about the money, ain’t it?
ready to k!ll for them hundreds, i be forgetting i’m famous
she tried to charge me for that p-ssy, i be forgetting i paid it
eleven hundred for my shoes, and two thousand for my jacket
and my hoes just like me, i treat ’em better than they daddy
man, i got bad hoes do whatever i say, probably a fan
and i ain’t even used to see my teachers enough for them to pass me
man, new year, new whips, i’ll f-ck around and get a trackhawk
man, you f-ck around and get high off of the contact when i pass, dog
man, y’all lil’ n-ggas road, that’s why we laugh at y’all
i got tunnel vision, when i’m wide open, i don’t pass the ball
i get fresh just to chill inside the crib
baby, i wanna f-ck your friend, i’m gon’ tell her how it is
you want beef? on the count of three, i’m comin’ to your crib
you f-ck around and play with me, i’ll f-ck around and split your wig

- glockboyz teejaee

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