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letra de imma mf - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
(ooh, austin)
i’m a motherf-cker, wanna see this motherf-cker?
come on, she like me
she don’t even know i’m tryna— yeah

[verse]
come on, she like me (yeah)
she don’t even know married to that money, baby, that’s my wifey
free my dog, he doin’ time, he don’t even write me
like static shock, when i pull up on the block, i got that lightning (baow)
gettin’ high, i’m double cupped up (yeah)
she keep poppin’ up to my crib, finna get f-cked up (finna get f-cked up)
man, you should see how hoеs act when they see me gеt my bucks up
when they see you gettin’ to it, they f-ck around and ask you, “what’s up?” (what’s up?)
in that motherf-ckin’ foreign, i’m like bruce wayne
i f-ck hoes and i don’t talk to ’em, i’m pootie tang
my mama caught me posin’ with them blues, said, “do your d-mn thing”
p-ss me off and i’m gon’ practice on your head, i don’t do no d-mn range (boy)
my dog really a sniper, he got aim
i told facts you can hate this sh-t or love it, it’s the game
you told n-ggas we be hatin’ ’cause my brother took your chain
we show love to real n-ggas, he only did that ’cause you lame, boy

[chorus]
in that motherf-cker, ridin’ with that motherf-cker
i’m a motherf-cker, wanna see this motherf-cker?
it’s two choppers in this whip, we got a whole hundred
we ’bout to hunt him, he tried to run, that boy a motherf-cker
in that motherf-cker, ridin’ with that motherf-cker
i’m a motherf-cker, wanna see this motherf-cker?
it’s two choppers in this whip, we got a whole hundred
we ’bout to hunt him, he tried to run, that boy a motherf-cker (yeah)
[verse 2]
just left the mall and i went right back to the block (boy)
had to go drop off the chop, and i pulled up fully glocks
he tried to slide, i hit his whip and i made that b-tch stop
then i picked up 30k, i did it all inside my crocs, boy
i’m a b-tch, just ask about me, they gon’ probably tell you
i heard your dog caught a case, went to court and failed you
they say this street sh-t watered down ’cause everybody tellin’
we still ridin’ 7.62, this b-tch’ll leave you naked
she just be suckin’ d-ck, we don’t even f-ck (we don’t even f-ck)
you mad at me, ready to die, n-gga, for what?
if this was my b-tch, you wouldn’t think twice, you would feel the rush
i shoot at every b-tch i meet, if she bad, n-gga, it’s up (boy)

- glockboyz teejaee

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