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letra de 76 versus a 7.62 - glokk40spaz

[intro]
bl, on gang, bl, (everyday band gang)
baby life n-gga, bl

[verse 1: babysolid]
lil ki with the sh-ts, he won’t go like no hoe
everyday band gang we don’t do sh-t for the low
my young n-gga ready to slide so let’s go
i’m in there thugging i’m posted with jojo
she needa stop running they like there go lil kilo
gas too hot get him popped like diesel
vamp, bl and this sh-t getting linked through
put your face on a shirt like pringles
gang tryna get gunned down like django
don’t get took off we gon leave your ass single
hawk his ass down my opps like eagles
gang gon point then stab likе needles
drum on a glock rock out like beatlеs
smoke in the air can’t see no evil
young n-gga come to your show and we taking your chain like debo
i got that glock with the 30, bro keep a chopstick like he into curry
glock with a d-ck and it don’t need no rubber you still gon’ be burning
why you wan’ play with your life when you got no insurance
we catching a hat know we closing the curtains
you know it cost money to get n-ggas burnt
i heard its a backroom out here i ain’t worried
let’s go, huh
bl sh-t my crib got a baby laid
velly ain’t leaving no witnesses, f-ck if you innocent
i got real n-ggas knocking down sentences
how the f-ck you turn to a snitch
call me big bad whoa, i got shooters that blowing down bricks
b-tch told me it a wrap when i said i hit l!cks
that little ass nina ain’t got no kick
[verse 2: glokk40spaz]
sh-t got kick, n-gga
tryna hit the biggest l!ck
walk in the trap with a godd-mn fifty round
in the hands of a lunatic
fast and furious when i slide n-gga, call this sh-t ludacris
finna psych out, b-tch why i had that uzi stick
sh-t ain’t nan, i be on other sh-t, sh-t ain’t fun
i have a f-ck n-gga missing a lung
[?] so we shot that boy, he still hold a grudge
and [?] b-tch i’m don, b whoa n-gga i ain’t goin for sh-t
i’m gl n-gga play with this sh-t i’m gon die bout it, cause i done branded this sh-t
i’m gon die bout my brothers, my sisters and brenda and sh-t
baby life sh-t way lil glokk go like a maniac flip that boy whip
i been on f-ck sh-t since a young n-gga ready to dump that clip
these n-ggas be upping, they scared, they run, finna dip
f-ck n-gga get a grip on life ‘fore you lose your lip
kilo don’t worry bout me n-gga you know i’ma pull my trip
i ain’t ever told on my partner my brother sitting down on a godd-mn [?]
taking the high road out, my brother was [] in the trap we not goin like no hoe
we don’t tote with no f-ck n-gga on god i’ma just up that scope
we the mob [?] it’s a fiasco

- glokk40spaz

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