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letra de mr.ripoff - glokk40spaz

[intro]
hrr, brr, grr
whoa, whoa, mob
don’t play with him, yeah, bl
whoa, yeah (chapo)

[verse 1]
i call up diablo, bring that big ass ak
glock hit his ass up, could’ve been my sensei
young n-gga wanna be bandgang, but we gotta hit the four-way
took that n-gga b-tch, n-gga wasn’t hard like ese
n-gga try to come to the block, he a lame n-gga, no way
n-ggas said they wanna be mob, my capper said no way
i called babysolid, bring the choppa, that n-gga keep playing, let that gun play, whoa
you can go f-ck that b-tch, that ho not my main ho
stop playing all them games
n-gga, you a b-tch, when we caught him at the store, beat his ass, took his stain
in 2021, n-gga left me in that rain
n-gga ride with that glock, not playing no game
on gl, if a n-gga said he caught me lacking with no glock, that n-gga ass capping
n-gga, if i find you a rat, and you say you ain’t a rat, i’ma hit yo ass up with a glock, i ain’t rapping
boy, this on the mob, i ain’t ever thought about cuffing no ho, that ho get folded like napkin
with that glock, n-gga gon’ lay his ass down like a pallet
i could send a blitz right now, n-gga
sh-t gon’ be tragic, i leave that boy cripple
put him on a plate, say he food he get ate like a edible
where the wock’ at? f-ck n-gga, i don’t wanna eat them vegetables
glock was a b-tch, but i put a d-ck on, call that ho fruity pebble
that ho been getting f-cked, swear to god, she ain’t special
g19 and if any man look in the eyes of the devil
caught my opp lacking, man, i did that boy the worst way
hundred dollar fit get ripped off just like a band-aid
come f-ck that b-tch ’cause that sh-t smell like fish, i ain’t talking ’bout no jj
b-tch, she wanna f-ck bl cause she know we finna blow like grenade
just got the backend from the show, finna hit the godd-mn bank
whoa, oh, you wanna slide on the opps? send the tank, n-gga, let’s go
free [?], he caught a elbow
tried talking ’bout the mob, but that n-gga not my woe
and he said he a snitch, n-gga, now yo’ ass gone
and that sh-t cost a brick just to put that sh-t on
and that n-gga smoke loud, give a f-ck ’bout headphones
give a f-ck ’bout your show, man, that sh-t get po-po’d
and i think she the catfish, just take that ho home
n-gga doing all that dissing, gotta send his ass home
[outro]
home, send his ass home
who did that diss? gotta send his ass home

- glokk40spaz

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