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letra de not a believer - glokk40spaz

[intro]
ya (babylife n-gga)
hm, hm
hrll (two glocks n-gga, two glocks, 2wo2imes, yuh)

[verse]
h-ll yea, we drop thirties on them b-tch n-ggas
man, i poured a deuce of wockhardt in my cup
two grams of these jungle rocks gon’ leave me f-cked up
on god i would f-ck again, but i can’t love nun’
most of my loved ones is hun dones
how you come to the gun fight with no d-mn gun
babylife, also i’m the only safe one
2wo2ime drop down, one glock, you done
red dot on that zak, f-ck that, just run
think he top notch gang, got his whole block spun
we pop out and shoot at four houses, sh-t fun
not sure how this go, but know you the lil one
sumo (hrll, hrll)
yea, i’m f-cked up i need some narcotics
they gimmе the draco when this sh-t get violеnt
i promise all you hear is sirens
i woulda f-cked the ass if i ain’t buy it
my trap lowkey f-cked up, losing all my clients
i’m talking to kilo, who the f-ck ko’ bryant
we ain’t playing ceelo n-gga, i need mine
my young n-ggas on the block spazzin’ out
man, come hit this l!ck you want cash or not
i grab my young bull, givin’ rations out
these 223’s, you know we passin’ them out
these 308’s, know that we passin’ them out
these 762’s got ‘em crashin’ out
if i bought the ho’s, i pull the lashes out
it ain’t no march, but we got madness out
broke n-gga can’t even come in the spot
they boy get to hangin’, you know they call cops
that ain’t no compact, bit’ this a g-lock
shot him with that red, just know how we rock
oh you see the opp, n-gga then fah-fah
hrll, gun yo ass down
suppressor on that semi-auto, don’t make no d-mn sound
hit ya’ with the holy round
n-gga they come wit’ no ticket like the fair grounds, n-gga
walked in smell like a pound
walked in dolo, i won’t make a sound, n-gga (hrll)
n-gga don’t even wanna come back
i f-ck with the glock, but i ride with compact
nail his ass to the wall just like a thumb tack
we got some sh-t with us that you can’t get back
hrll, n-gga
i swear the 12 gauge, it got some kickback
i did some sh-t, i know that god can’t let back
i hit the ho from the back, she got wet back
took the switch off the glock, shoot like a kel-tec
can’t run on the gang, i’m not no d-mn kel-tec
we got wit’ yo’ slang, we gon’ sw-ng that d-mn kel-tec
man, throw up yo’ gang, n-gga, what’s yo’ set
hrll, yuh, violation three, n-gga get freed
i’m not a beehive, n-gga, where them bees
glock down, 223’s knockin’ down trees
i’m not a believer n-gga, f-ck you mean
you say you gon’ k!ll me n-gga, we gon’ see
just know when i see you, better have yo’ heat
we talkin’ on internet, but not on street
street just different
hrll, request a follow back, but that muf-cka’ pendin’
you come to the swamp, you gon’ leave with no ending
bullet holes through the top, f-cked up his engine
i bought me a l!ck, i’m addicted to spending
he think he gon’ trick us, but trix are for kids
oh, silly rabbit, only bunnies can win
playboi bunny, n-gga, spin the benz
i let the 30 hang out the f.n
huh, we ain’t do enogh so we gotta spin again
f-ck his dead momma, give a f-ck ‘bout his friends (f-ck your dead friends)
[outro]
two glocks n-gga
two glocks n-gga
know where i’m at n-gga
east side n-gga
come getcha ass n-gga
drop ya off

- glokk40spaz

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