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letra de fuck sum - glokk40spaz

[intro]
yuh, yeah, yuh, pop out, 3rd world

[chorus]
way i swing the stick, this b-tch shoot rapid fire
i wanna look in you in yo’ eyes when you die (that’s on god)
i wanna come to yo’ godd-mn funeral, watch yo’ mama cry
i can tell the fake from the real, it’s no disguising (h-ll nah)
lil’ glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyk- (on god)
i’ll crash out on one of them, ain’t n0body touch my pipe (on god)
had a hard time in that dungeon, with my whoa’s n-gga, and a knife (my whoa’s)
i was locked up, ain’ think i was getting out, and i had to thank jesus christ (on god)

[verse]
before i thought i couldn’t f-ck the bag, sh-t, that sh-t light
ion give a f-ck, i’ll f-ck on my bag all d-mn night
i’m gon’ blow my gun, i’m not no rap ass n-gga, i’ll crashout on sight
yeah, this glock hit like mike (tyson)
whoa said he gotta go, n-gga said “2 love”, i’m like twice
drinkin’ wok today, but it’s okay, cause a n-gga don’t like spritе
gon’ mix it up ’till i get bubble guts, glock got a muzzle, still bitе
huh, and i’ll never do a full fight
hrr, and i stood down, it’s okay to cry
you snitched on the mobb, boy just say goodbye
boy get jiggy, this that vamp music (jiggy sh-t)
all this ice on his neck, look like a f-ckin’ cooler
finna sn-tch his d-mn chain, gotta 30 mag glock, this a ruler
ian really give a f-ck ’bout no d-mn school, i was really tryna f-ck on my tutor
sumo said he don’t give a f-ck, he’ll put a glock to a hoover
she a bad b-tch, with a attitude, she don’t deserve flowers she gon’ get a toolie
he jus’ green as f-ck, and he not stupid
finna black out, like a d-mn pupil
got real troops, that’s my d-mn shooters
good face card, b-tch, i’m on google
where my money?, p-ssy ass n-gga better make sum’ shake
i be catchin’ n-ggas on they bad day
i feel good, it’s okay
good ass lawyer, gon’ beat that case
stop that cap, b-tch, hit them brakes
knife on the stick, gon’ bud his k
[chorus]
way i swing the stick, this b-tch shoot rapid fire
i wanna look in you in yo’ eyes when you die (that’s on god)
i wanna come to yo’ godd-mn funeral, watch yo’ mama cry
i can tell the fake from the real, it’s no disguising (h-ll nah)
lil’ glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyk- (on god)
i’ll crash out on one of them, ain’t n0body touch my pipe (on god)
had a hard time in that dungeon, with my whoa’s n-gga, and a knife (my whoa’s)
i was locked up, ain’ think i was getting out, and i had to thank jesus christ (on god)

- glokk40spaz

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