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letra de no name - glokk40spaz

[verse 1]
yeah
we was the ones in the streets for real, you know that we really having switches
yeah, you know this the mobb for real, you know we ain’t tripping ’bout no b-tches
heard that you run form the smoke, you ain’t bust, we know that we call you a b-tch
you already know i seen your paperwork, n-gga you’s a snitch
’round dalton there nun’ but bad b-tch
young n-gga rich, balling like the magic
i ain’t going, pull out this drac’, n-gga you can’t have this
i ain’t tryna’ go back to prison, i can’t wag this

[chorus]
n-gga don’t want no smoke with us, these n-ggas, they know we’ll drag sh-t
racks in a bag, they like, “how you live your bag b-tch?”
n-gga gotta’ do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn’t on accident
say that you a vamp? you wanna’ rock out, you bettеr get lit
back in the day, i’d look at velly, “you wan’ hit ‘еm with the counterfeit?”
n-gga, i’m still the same n-gga, i’m breaking rules, a misfit
young n-gga, i put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic

[verse 2]
i just called your uber, b-tch you trippin’, b-tch you b-tchin’
i ball like the nuggets, said you ball like the pistons
i just love music n-gga, i ain’t money driven
but it’s coming in, and this money, this sh-t sticky
bad b-tch and she can’t fit my ricks
bad b-tch, i ain’t trippin’, you could wear my clothes
yeen’ know the old b whoa, i was kickin’ doors
p-ssy ass n-gga, he want some smoke about some ho
i ain’t stuntin’ you, but i got the micro
young n-ggas, they shooting, they got they glock, they psycho
i’m jointed out and a little bipolar
real grown man, i don’t have no hangovers
yeah, gave her that d-ck, now she wanna’ stay over
i’m finna talk to ben, n-gga let’s rent the range rover
i’m finna buy my brother glocks, so now i’m finna’ spoil her
[chorus]
n-n-gga don’t want no smoke with us, these n-ggas, they know we’ll drag sh-t
racks in a bag, they like, “how you live your bag b-tch?”
n-gga gotta’ do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn’t on accident
say that you a vamp? you wanna’ rock out, you better get lit
back in the day, i’d look at velly, “you wan’ hit ’em with the counterfeit?”
n-gga, i’m still the same n-gga, i’m breaking rules, a misfit
young n-gga, i put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic

- glokk40spaz

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