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letra de mad scientist - glokk40spaz

mad scientist lyrics
[babysolid]
man i dont show no love to no f-ck n-gga
he want his l!ck back, tellem get up wimme
choppa got kickback, tell that boy run like a hillbilly
wet his block up, like a wet w-lly
young n-ggas finna run down like a winner
you dont come outside, we gon knock down yo building
in love with this money, yea it give me a feelin
like baby whoa said, “this money over business”
runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
this babylife sh-t, boy yo ass get adopted
scope on the stick, boy this sh-t got optics
my n-ggas get high like a dog not sausage
everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n-gga venace (?)
only got mobb tiеs, like a godd-mn collar
spaz linin sh-t up, but that n-gga not a barber
kilo gone mad, hе f-cked up in the head
kilo gone mad, and them boys? want em dead
one in the head, my n-gga ain’t scared
babylife pull up, we paint that b-tch red
speaking on kyra, you meetin the dead
b-tch im a monster, go hide in the bed
i got some young n-ggas get on yo head like some dreads
no we dont aim at no leg
like (p-ssy ass n-gga!) my n-ggas gone mad
like diaper, we pull up and get on yo ass
im clutchin that 9 when im ridin wit spaz
i hop out the car, hope you n-ggas run fast
i put that beam on his face like it glass
my name ringin bells like a godd-mn class
im droppin these sh-lls, ain’t droppin no egg
hit yo whole block, ain’t n0body get spared
my n-ggas demons, and death was like dare
i got yo b-tch huggin d-ck like a bear
mob sh-t, h-ll na we dont play fair
babylife n-gga, but this not no daycare
we come to yo block, but you ain’t there
blocklife n-gga, this stick in my underwear
police ride past, hid the stick by the stairs
you be wit the opps, my n-gga we dont care
runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
this babylife sh-t, boy yo ass get adopted
scope on the stick, boy this sh-t got optics
my n-ggas get high like a dog not sausage
everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n-gga venace (?)
only got mobb ties, like a godd-mn collar
spaz linin sh-t up, but that n-gga not a barber
[glokk40spaz]
line his ass up, go get em
smith and wesson, w mean im winnin
caught that man at beginning, shoot em wit no ending
at tennessee, we got the fords wit a pigeon
no toilet boy, catch em leave that boy sh-tty
b-tch i got that glock, wit a drum, it hold 50
i f-ck wit some bloods, so free that boy simmy
i got that good eyeball and yo man (?) drop like he jimmy
rockstar amiri jeans, them b-tches fitted
when i walk, the glock stick to my waist, cuz im skinny
all that walk and that talk you do, the opps fasho hittem
king 30 done split his ass up like good riddance
me and that glock still together, like bobby & whitney
he dont want no smoke wit us, he ain’t a chimney
you know that my pockets chubby, like they gibby
b-tch i done gone mad, tellem come get wit me!
this sh-t can get bad, babylife get vicious
we havin more guns n-gga, than malicious
dont do no more punchin, imma pistol whippa
i pour that deuce in that 4 imma real wock sipper
and this ebg sh-t imma top notch k!lla
i ain’t crip, but i let that glock block flip em
free juju, can’t go back to jail, but i miss em

[babysolid]
runnin from 12, and we dip helicopters
this babylife sh-t, boy yo ass get adopted
scope on the stick, boy this sh-t got optics
my n-ggas get high, like a dog not sausage
everyday band gang go war like carnage
(?) from the streets young n-gga venace (?)
only got mobb ties, like a godd-mn collar
spaz linin sh-t up, but that n-gga not a barber

- glokk40spaz

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