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letra de on my mind - glokk40spaz

[verse]
huh, i shoulda been did what i did, we call them goons
hm, all these n-ggas goofy look like looney tunes
make my whoa come and get you, then you through
take that boy pack and n-gga ran off, he knew
huh, i pull the glock out the cocoon
he want smoke, we’ll see his ass soon
we tryna up the score man n-ggas like to pick and choose
n-gga just go with yo move, hmm, i find out where you live boy you better stop that movin’
i wanna go and do a drill, cause im just in that mood
i pop out to the show, i look so cool
a n-gga run up on me, feel that tool
i take me a three shot, jordan poole
mmm, we livin’ this gangsta life
all these godd-mn checks, ain’t got no stripe, hmm
i’ma be honest, ion even think im in my prime yet
i ain’t never drop a dime, where ever we get in, we gon’ light ya
n-gga we shootin’ at face, we ain’t shootin’ at no bicep
catch a cop, we finna flip a n-gga, prolly tip a n-gga, he a goblin
i gotta weed addiction i’ma stoner
when i see rap b-tches, get a b-n-r
smoke everyday, b-tch i’m never sober
me and that glock be, we just some loners
tat on my back, n-gga like da joker
we in the vamp go to the casino, n-gga play some poker
i wouldn’t even know how to play, just get my money, spin that sh-t everyday
the money gon’ come right back, ok
free my brudda, and f-ck them jakes
why the f-ck do you think you can put me on a blade?
murk a opp with a jason face
on god man i’m in the grace
on god i don’t eat before i say my grace
mmm, prayin’ to god if i got the pot then, im gon’ make
mmm, i did this song one-take
mmm, do what you think you gon make
will that b-tch set you up? yeah she debating
can not cuff a b-tch, that’s not debatable
i don’t wanna stay with you, i dont feel comfortable
um, lil glokk never gon’ be lovable
mmm, 12 on time, you in trouble
ian goin’ pop out glock its doubled
im tryna fit this k with a shovel
im tryna f-ck her, ion think i’ma bust in her
mmm, shawty so thick, shawty so thick, hit a jugg and thats it
ion wan’t everything, pray that i miss
everything ain’t good for me
mmmm, ridin’ wit juggs on me, dead presidents
yeah, i got sticks but my brother ain’t gon hit
yeah, f-ck yo clique, f-ck yo b-tch i’m the one that tricked
go on the bed and take that d-ck
he talkin’ crazy, gotta hit that l!ck
hmm, yeah i’m ridin’ with my b-tch she keep a fye
mmm, yeah mobb ties, yeah i got more than one life
ebg locked up with no kite
won’t ever settle down, cause i really don’t got no type

- glokk40spaz

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