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letra de streets talking 2 - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
come on, glockboyz, n-gga
yeah

[verse]
n-gga, that money, it be callin’ for real (yeah)
i f-ck hoes and never tell ’em how i feel, n-gga
let’s keep it real, i’d probably never sign a deal, n-gga
but if i do, i’d probably still be in the field, n-gga
i’m outside, bl!ck on me, i ain’t no house n-gga
n-gga, i’m rich, i have hoes mad at me when i pull out, n-gga (come on)
man, i’m a vibe, b-tches come around, i turn ’em out
these hoes love the game so much, it’s hard to put ’em out
i told fully, “stay on your rap sh-t”
i’m tryna catch an opp and tap that n-gga head, f-ck a rap diss
man, this sh-t so real, fake n-ggas can’t rap this
n-ggas think i ain’t on sh-t ’til i get mad, i be catfishing
we like three cars deep, we got a thousand guns
[?] got them choppers, fast thing got a fully somethin’
sh-t, i like fat hoes with money, you can keep your woman
and still’ll tell a b-tch i’m rich, but you can’t ask for nothin’
you ain’t tryna see my n-ggas when they pull up on that bullsh-t
step back, when shooter jumper in your face, jordan poole sh-t
she say i’m cool now, when she met me, i was really on some rude sh-t (you know that, though)
i get money like i hoop or somethin’
she be goin’ through my phone, and i be playin’ like i’m stupid on her
i f-cked a million of these hoes, i can’t keep a woman
i know my fans see me out and tell n-ggas like, “you keep it on ’em”
a n-gga play with me and watch him die inside this b-tch
the clip full, i put a hundred rounds inside that b-tch (come on)
i come outside, i’m swingin’ sticks like barry bonds is
n-gga, the opps, they see me out and go the other way, you know what time it is
man, you ain’t never had no real money your whole life
i ain’t stingy, pay your rent if you gon’ treat me nice
she must be tryna exercise, she rode me like a bike
i love that ho for real, i beat the p-ssy up, we never fight
done trappin’ in my jordans
mellow send me twenty pair of shoes ’cause i be scorin’ (come on)
i like hoes who suck the d-ck when i be sleepin’, that b-tch borin’
this b-tch f-cked me like a p-rn star, put my phone out and recorded her
yeah
i ain’t never seen no money i ain’t wanna get (i ain’t wanna get)
it’s a lot of bad b-tches that i’d never hit (that i’d never hit)
i’m hands-on with the bodies, you wouldn’t touch this sh-t
n-gga, my pops told me if it can’t tuck a tool, then don’t touch that sh-t

- glockboyz teejaee

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