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letra de please dont - glokk40spaz

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[chorus]
grr, yeah
i’m in the store and i’m cooking
my young n-gga having them 30s and 50s and glocks so n-gga why the f-ck you keep looking?
that instagram beef that you n-ggas keep doing ’bout video [?] could get yo ass tooken
i’m fully loaded, the glock fully loaded, we pull up on you and yo ass get to bookin’
please don’t try me like no rookie
got a young n-gga pull up with ar-15 and they bussin’ at you where they should be
and we beat yo’ ass and we took all your fire why the f-ck you keep act like a bully
and ask if i’m cornered bought yo’ ass a stuss
feel like charlie joyner n-gga with that err
can’t come to the trap no more y’all n-ggas p-ssy
[verse 1]
i only walk through the front door cause y’all n-ggas backdoor
me and lil kai in the studio, with somе bad b-tches, we might f-ck your hoe
10k just to dunk on my opps just call mе tony shhnow
gl till i die, my capper name french
i’ll still pop a n-gga that play with ‘loc
put a green beam on that f-ck n-gga they call him piccolo
b-tch mad at me cause i wanna f-ck different hoes
got out of school used to trap right at middle grove
who the f-ck told you them n-ggas [?]
i got locked up these n-ggas couldn’t even stick to the code
catch him at a light we hop out he get froze
y’all n-ggas get rocked, call me baby whoa
f-ck all the opps, i wan’ k!ll all my foes
i up the chop and i let that b-tch go

[verse 2]
go, woah, woah, woah
he talkin’ bout some whoa
talk to the jake we gon’ break yo’ d-mn nose
popped out with that glock and put one in the nose
i’m dgto i move like that for sure
i promise you baby i’m gon’ die by my bros
don’t call my phone, unless [?] no show
i don’t abide by the law, don’t give no f-ck bout no joe
you keep talkin’ bout you boss so go kick the d-mn door
we take n-ggas off, we make n-ggas lose hope
i ain’t laughing f-ck n-gga this sh-t ain’t no joke
i ain’t laughing f-ck n-gga you know i’m gon’ tote
it’s a switch on the glock man it’s murder she wrote
pull up with that icky and get yo’ ass sowed
my drugs super sticky b-tch look at my coat
h-ll yeah we the mob, you know i’m gon’ go
[verse 3]
we gon’ go
i told [?] grab the db and go
he ducking the head, we gon’ shoot at his foot
three bad b-tch and we f-ck in the back of the show
twenty-five hunnid in my f-cking pocket we spending that sh-t at the sto’
walk down with the pocket rocket promise i’m gon’ f-cking pop it
tell that f-ck n-gga move slow
double [?] up in my pocket n-gga stop that talkin’
the boy call me young pablo
he play with the gang, face gone
fifteen thousand on me and it got ring tone
[?] on the drake, call that b-tch king kong
b-tch, you stay in your place, we play sh-t like ping pong
he ran on the gang, we shot that boy knee gone
got that boy screaming whoa, twenty ball on the head, now he got no toe
man i want his ass gone, lil ass boy needa watch your tone

[chorus]
grr, yeah
i’m in the store and i’m cooking
my young n-gga having them 30s and 50s and glocks so n-gga why the f-ck you keep looking?
that instagram beef that you n-ggas keep doing ’bout video [?] could get yo ass tooken
i’m fully loaded, the glock fully loaded, we pull up on you and yo ass get to bookin’
please don’t try me like no rookie
got a young n-gga pull up with ar-15 and they bussin’ at you where they should be
and we beat yo’ ass and we took all your fire why the f-ck you keep act like a bully
and ask if i’m cornered bought yo’ ass a stuss
feel like charlie joyner n-gga with that err
can’t come to the trap no more y’all n-ggas p-ssy
[outro]
baby like spaz, n-gga you can’t play with this baby like sh-t
i’m a vampire n-gga you might die, that glock, it biting him right in his sh-t
my other b-tch mad cause that hoe ride my d-ck
and just like he tony hawk, he gon’ get flipped
and just like it’s basketball, dunk out that clip
and i go to the mardi gras’ [?] a b-tch
torn up on drip, boy you wanna throw a fit
i ain’t wanna take that boy off but i kinda did
jump out that car put the sticks on him n-gga how we slid
i’m on the brick with a f-ckin’ 50 on me n-gga you ain’t finna take sh-t

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