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letra de wicked - glokk40spaz & osamason

[verse 1: glokk40spaz]
k got the draco and i got the glizzy
you know we get psyched, he don’t want no beef
and we popping out potato barrel on fye
10 letter sh-t baby on go, we got all types of ties
he a wanna be gangster, we caught the lil p-ssy boy with the disguise
huh, rushing the ‘k, i’on really play games
young n-gga, wit’ me psyched, crash out about some stains
police tryna’ say, that i’m the leader of my gang, but they lame
i go rob a {bank?} , don’t diss on t.k
they might catch {?} walkin’ round’ wit’ k’s
we leave that boy {?} just like a toothpick
you play, catch a 50 round drum on the way
issa hunnid’ round drum, on the bottom of the drac’
i did drug deals, wit’ n-ggas i could’ve took off and they weren’t gon have nothing
i ain’t gon’ lie, i let a b-tch {?} me out and i ain’t did nothin’, yeah
when i get off of house arrest, she betta’ cut the check
or that b-tch, gon’ need a new a lung
i don’t play wit’ the disrespect, i put that on my set
i catch you, better pull out yo’ gun
the band got a hunnid’ checks, i get her p-ssy wet
i’m gon’ f-ck that ho, cuz i’m the don
hunnid’ bands in the duffel bag, sh-t feel like a ton
i don’t do romance, will you take this dance
we gon molly wap wit’ the new gun
y’all n-ggas sum’ kids, i treat you like a baby
spank yo’ ass, just like my son
we catch the opp lackin then we start laughing, that sh-t be so fun
and them n-ggas ain’t did sh-t to me, them boys peons
yall n-ggas a p-ssy, put that on my mom
when i got that glizzy on me, i’m not wrong
cal had the draco before i made this song
cal had the hunnid’ round, double drum
seventeen bands, just to pay my –
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[verse 2: osamason]
yeah, i-i can do sum’ witcha’
cross you out the picture
brand new switch, f-ck up my trigger
i ain’t gon’ kick it no more
this choppa got kick like judo
perc 15, b-tch, you know
bih’, i’ll slime you out for my woah
h-lla {?}, gon’ {swallow?}
{?} f-cked up a pothole
brand new pack came in, gelato
dra-drank gon’ go, wherever i go
walk down, this {?} right here, this lil’ b-tch ain’t tip
i like pints, i like lean, d-mn, i’m geeked up the whole d-mn year
flex up, {?} in the mirror
h-llcat go too fast, can’t steer
goin’ broke, not me man
{?}
this sh-t can get wicked, thats yo’ main ho, slime tryna’ get with
pour up, {?} get geeked wit’ me
pour up, {?} get geeked wit’ me
[verse 3: glokk40spaz]
me and sumo, post up back of the crystal lake
7.62, hit the boy stomach, he got a bellyache
2 body 1 pain, cus n-gga keep talking bout’ they renegade
if i pop this perc, on god i’m gon’ levitate
{?}
gf, till i die, n-gga, we don’t play for keeps
grabbing my heat, can’t be discreet
you living that life, man this sh-t gon’ get steep
{?} we shoot guns out the jeep
take him through the swamp, know that boy {just peep?}
i’m with real shooters and them n-ggas elite
bought a 30. clip, went and shot a movie
on twin, we gon’ shoot that b-tch, i’m too deep
i f-ck that ho, f-ck the room up, ain’t leaving neat
tryna’ f-ck the opp sister, she gon’ eat
when i was locked up, ain’t n0body wanna talk to me
shawty a green bean, chop em’ broccoli
feds tryna’ {?}, but they know it ain’t no stopping me
glizzy in the attic, just for emergencies
stick on a n-gga, know ain’t no purging me
send the bl!cks on me, i’m waiting patiently
run in the trap, n-gga, ain’t no vacancy
god the only one, that ‘finna be taking me
we have em’ crack, like the 80’s

- glokk40spaz osamason

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