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letra de be right back - glokk40spaz

[intro]
h-ll nah b-tch, i don’t want one (no)
mask the f-ck up (huh), i’m blacker than akon (huh)
you w—
h-ll nah b-tch, i don’t want one (no)
mask the f-ck up (huh), i’m blacker than akon (huh)
you want the smoke, well then why you ain’t say none?
guns over them n-gga (guns, guns), but they ain’t gon’ spray none
mask the f-ck up, take [?], five-o
i hit a l!ck right before i steal your pie, blow (blow)
rappers i saw, leave ’em dead like john doe (rappers dead soul)
hit the back, don’t it man? call the popo
[chorus]
ayy yo dj grenade, give ’em a—
i got locked up, tell my gang, “i’ma be right back”
you thе [?]
sumo swing the door, called that boy a old neck
pop out all black likе i’m jack
smoke pole on me, n-gga, we got more of that
caught the boy slippin’, no gat
put n-ggas in the mix, he on sh-t, you a rat
caught that boy trappin’, whole gang went, “hrrt”
n-gga blowin’ up my phone tryna get his sh-t back
you ain’t gettin’ none, my b-tch smokin’ crack
mob sh-t, seventy-six and they just dead (mob)
give a f-ck what a n-gga bang, n-gga, no cap
sn-tch a rat n-gga chain, leave his face in his lap
gl ’til i die, p-ssy boy, i’m stamped (gl)
baby life vampire, n-gga, f-ck yo’ camp (f-ck yo’ d-mn camp)

[verse 1]
cal got a hundred round drum on the d-mn k
n-gga, don’t try none
mask the f-ck up, take you through the swamp (swamp)
let bygones be bygones (gang)
she say do i got a b-tch (b-tch)

[refrain]
h-ll nah b-tch, i don’t want one (no)
mask the f-ck up (huh), i’m blacker than akon (huh)
you want the smoke, well then why you ain’t say none?
guns over them n-gga (guns, guns), but they ain’t gon’ spray none
mask the f-ck up, take [?], five-o
i hit a l!ck right before i steal your pie, blow (blow)
rappers i saw, leave ’em dead like john doe (rappers dead soul)
hit the back, don’t it man? call the popo
[verse 2]
got that number (n)ine on me like i was rondo (number (n)ine)
i’m pipin’ my sh-t with exotic rich hoes (pipe my sh-t)
i ran to the back like that boy jessie owens (jessie)
humble that boy, we gon’ leave his face swollen (humble that boy)
stomp a opp out in these new rick owens
band make a downfall ’round, get these hoes posin’ (bands, bands)
how the f-ck you with lil’ ebg? that boy chosen (ebg)
i walk in the party, my fire, i’m gon’ blow it
if i catch that boy slippin’, we leave him dead ropin’
droppin’ runtz in that ‘wood, b-tch, you know i’m gon’ roll it
i’m pipin’ my sh-t, need to sit on a toilet
feed that boy seasoning, we call his ass [?]

[chorus]
i got locked up, tell my gang, “i’ma be right back”
you the [?]
sumo swing the door, called that boy a old neck
pop out all black like i’m jack
smoke pole on me, n-gga, we got more of that
caught the boy slippin’, no gat
put n-ggas in the mix, he on sh-t, you a rat
caught that boy trappin’, whole gang went, “hrrt”
n-gga blowin’ up my phone tryna get his sh-t back
you ain’t gettin’ none, my b-tch smokin’ crack
mob sh-t, seventy-six and they just dead (mob)
give a f-ck what a n-gga bang, n-gga, no cap
sn-tch a rat n-gga chain, leave his face in his lap
gl ’til i die, p-ssy boy, i’m stamped (gl)
baby life vampire, n-gga, f-ck yo’ camp (f-ck yo’ d-mn camp)
[verse 2]
hm, f-ck yo’ d-mn camp, you know that bl
i come and spin the block, i die ’bout gl
red dirty in the cup, sippin’ ‘tech
young n-gga pull up on ya, make a mess
glock .40 in my jeans, get her wet
i’ma just start takin’ n-ggas off
n-gga, pipe down sh-t, got your head holocaust (‘caust)
i’ll be right back, i’ma knock ’em off (off)

- glokk40spaz

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