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letra de rap for fun - glockboyz teejaee

[chorus]
i’m still a trapping ass n-gga, i just rap for fun
playing with that money, we gon’ wrap him up
i tried to hit it raw, she told me wrap it up
she tried to lay it down, i told her back it up
you [?] tyson? the f-ck i look like fighting?
you fighting for your life, you touch me, we start a riat
i f-ck bad hoes, i don’t even gotta pay them, you should try it
two hundred boes, that’s all i want for christmas, call mariah
i have them k!llers creeping through your bushes, i ain’t gotta pay them
it’s [?] on my phone, i ain’t even get to slay her
i just let her suck my d-ck, she like you always playing
then i’m right back to that money, you know how i’m laying

[verse]
they tripping, they like what you think about that bankroll?
i’m tired, running up these blues, why would i chasе hoes?
bro just rolled a [?] i told him go and change clothеs
she [?] my d-ck, then i went and changed hoes
you probably crash over a b-tch, your name popeye
i f-ck bad hoes, then i wave them bye bye
f-ck around and make you disappear, like [?]
[?] pistols from everywhere, have you c-ckeyed
stomach hurting, let me grab my cup of lean
this [?] i think i need a bean
when that smoke get on the floor, we [?]
when that smoke be on the floor, we make [?] what it seems
we get to sliding, sliding, sliding, this a playground
you never seen it, my dawg, he roll with dog, on the greyhound
[?] talking tough, now i’m in your face, ain’t sh-t to say now
just keep it cool with me, ’cause i ain’t [?] boys gon’ play ’bout
you make me mad, i have [?] k!lling sh-t, walk down, drilling sh-t
you probably did shoot your gun before, but boy, you still a b-tch
[?] crazy now, ’cause n-ggas [?] when they get out, they still lit
and rap n-ggas act just like prom queens, that’s why i wanna quit
riding round 300 blackout, i’m just spinning blocks
[?] she so bad, i might just get a drop
me and gang be hooping with these hoes, i just pick and pop
now a days, they shoot at me, i used to shoot a lot
my ho, she still lightskinned, the bankroll is still blue
to the max he still running through boes, what you need to do?
i said that i was done popping them perks, i mixed them with a duse
i wasn’t even supposed to f-ck your ho, she pulled up with a crew
i want a h-llcat, i’ma drive it like a racecar
my n-gga looking like he seen a ghost, i told him quit the bars
my other dawg, he fighting thirty years, he got five charges
[?] was riding with the bag, they had me talking proper
[chorus]
i’m still a trapping ass n-gga, i just rap for fun
playing with that money, we gon’ wrap him up
i tried to hit it raw, she told me wrap it up
she tried to lay it down, i told her back it up
you [?] tyson? the f-ck i look like fighting?
you fighting for your life, you touch me, we start a riat
i f-ck bad hoes, i don’t even gotta pay them, you should try it
two hundred boes, that’s all i want for christmas, call mariah
i have them k!llers creeping through your bushes, i ain’t gotta pay them
it’s [?] on my phone, i ain’t even get to slay her
i just let her suck my d-ck, she like you always playing
then i’m right back to that money, you know how i’m laying

- glockboyz teejaee

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