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letra de brainwashed - glokk40spaz

[intro]
yeah, hrr
(chapo)

[chorus]
catch him lacking and beat that boy
everything fake in the world just like toy story
gave that boy goosebumps, this sh-t a scary story
on the west side with my flame on me
g26 this b-tch just spark, this my flamethrower
i already knew i was gon make that b-tch squirt when she came over
he think cause he rap he untouchable
n-gga get hit, we just shoot out the range rover
nine millimeter hit his ass in the stomach, that boy throwing up like a d-mn hangover
i heard he was dissing i [?] beat his ass bad like a n-gga ain’t know it
old ass n-gga mad at a young n-gga causе i’m f-cking his b-tch with a glock and some motion
got outta jail stop f-cking this b-tch i [?] lil band gang, dont think bout no trojan
i got the faygo, go trap in barbados
all my opps get squash, tomato
f-ck n-gga f-ck your squad spin that block just likе tornado
don’t get took off then your pack get finagle
all the opps tryna get cut just like eggo
think i brainwashed this b-tch
n-gga i came up off hitting l!cks
n-gga i want the smoke, the bl!cks
catch him in a horseshoe, put him in a ditch
whipped out my scr-p, i just pop the clip
told my b-tch needa suck this d-ck
i ain’t gon lie n-gga f-ck your clique
baby life sh-t n-gga f-ck a infant
[verse]
he was talking crazy, young n-gga had to just pop at his lip
he was talking crazy, catch him at the mall made his heart skip
all my b-tches, all my b-tches n-gga they just call me rick
come up off a 10 take that boy rent
come up off a ben hit the biggest l!ck
different type of jeans go get a switch
f-ck them n-ggas, all them n-ggas switch
and count it
chop off his ‘fro, stab him with a pick
pop out 5 on 5 with an ice pick
sick to the ho, the guard was on d-ck
the guard walk past, i’m poppin my sh-t
it’s a opp in my dorm i pull out my trip
it’s a opp on my floor, i’m tryna send a blitz
told that bit’ pull up kick sh-t with a critch
if the opp want smoke we spray him like mist

[chorus]
got outta jail stop f-cking this b-tch i [?] lil band gang, dont think bout no trojan
i got the faygo, go trap in barbados
all my opps get squash, tomato
f-ck n-gga f-ck your squad spin that block just like tornado
don’t get took off then your pack get finagle
all the opps tryna get cut just like eggo
think i brainwashed this b-tch
n-gga i came up off hitting l!cks
n-gga i want the smoke, the bl!cks
catch him in a horseshoe, put him in a ditch
whipped out my scr-p, i just pop the clip
told my b-tch needa suck this d-ck
i ain’t gon lie n-gga f-ck your clique
baby life sh-t n-gga f-ck a infant

- glokk40spaz

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