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letra de "lights out" - glokk40spaz

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robbin the trap in the back of my hood
i take the plug out now biscotti my wood
we having them sticks on the glen wood
this hunnid band l!ck this a real jugg
run off with the stick he a real dub
the fyes on me i can’t go like no hoe
i’m with all my bloods yelling rojo
im with some real locs and they six o
i’m in [?] n-gga put respect on the foe
i still gotta watch my back cause n-ggas hoes
if he wanna pop me he gone feel the draco
i might catch a body with my dad like ksoo
n-gga pour the drank up in this dirty faygo
man i know that these n-ggas tellin yea fasho
cause i ride with them f-ckin glizzys and they know
they already know how the block go
and won’t even know when them shots blow
we smokes us a opp and roll a fronto
i get to many b-tches johnny bravo
we gone pop at the opps and watch his body glow
when that hoe suck my d-ck she sn-tch a n-gga soul
[?]
and this already gold we dont sell are poles
when the stick in belt i got a heart of gold
had run my money up my fist in a bowl
i hit me a l!ck in gucci sh-ll toes
the police light me up right on melrose
we don’t give a f-ck put you in that hole
and if you wanna spark some yeah we can roll
b-tch i got fye so don’t try to backdoor
if i air this b-tch out y’all gon have to get low
this b-tch hitting everybody where it go
tsunami hit his block dem n-ggas got soaked
that hoe made a poker face so she on go
and i be with some solid n-ggas like olo
that n-gga couldn’t hang with us if he had ropes
put me in the game i said to my coach
they ain making no noise i’m tryna up the score’board
when i hit from the back i make her get on all d-mn fours
man i ran that p-ssy n-gga out the store
then put that boy dead face on galore
and i think the yoppa gotta lions roar
and we havin paper but we need some more
had a pop out a p-ssy n-gga now im soar
and we might leave yo face on the dashboard
hope i don’t get no case i’m praying to my lord
and will send a n-gga to heaven
that young n-gga jump out the porsche at 11
he smokin good dope and go blow if i let em
i open my wallet the whole thing relish
and play these hoes round can never get jealous
i take yo top off then i’m feelin like velly
don’t get took off you better get ready
have a blood bath in the back of the deli
when i was locked up you know gun in m celly
i snuck in like 25 sticks threw the telli
and i stun that n-gga he ate his spaghetti
we gone fan yo ass down watch you fall like a feather
i can’t f-ck on sucka b-tches cause they petty
and i might have a soft spot for the trap life
pog double glizzy this that glokk life
this ain no tighter but i want stripes
addys im poppin got me feelin right
that 30 mili gram gone last for the night
ain talm bout no virgin that bit’ got me tight
cut the hoes off with no knife
man i’m with some young n-ggas an they scripe
man get yo ass up we knocking out cho lights

- glokk40spaz

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