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letra de vampire life - glokk40spaz

[verse]
whole lotta sticks in this b-tch, n-gga
you don’t want no smoke, we gon’ deal with ya’
your partner got slayed by some real hitters
will knock yo’ ass, we can’t fear n-ggas
knock him back with the tommy hilfiger
that young n-gga strapped up with the steel triggers
pull up to swoop, but imma still hit her
that .223 bullet make him feel different
i’m babylife n-gga, know i’m still wicked
i whipped that lil baby p-ssy, fire midget
pull up to his block and all we heard is crickets
i whip the dope good, like i work at dennys
can’t come to your hood, n-gga must be sh-tty
that boy talkin’ dirty, come out with them smittys’
shot his lil partner, now they call him pigeon
huh, ‘cus i live a vampire lifе
n-gga wanna join the gang, but scared of that vampire bitе
young n-gga hop out with draco’s at night
to catch a f-ck n-gga, then play him on sight
i’m the type n-gga to put down the pistol and pick up the ar
n-ggas can’t come round the way, give a f-ck who you is, give a f-ck ‘bout your fake r
we gon’ make the choppa dance like it’s stomp the yard
we gon’ break this n-gga face like a new guitar
had to call the p-ssy n-gga a track star
n-gga keep lackin’, he probably won’t go far
look in yo’ eye boy i see that you not hard
shoot wit’ his eye closed, n-gga, like ray charles
(brll, ol’ p-ssy ass n-gga, ol’ b-tch ass n-gga)
(b-tch, b-tch)
huh, ‘cus y’all live a called out life
all that cappin’ that you doing that sh-t might just end your life
cap sh-t with that gang, hoppin’ out on that flight
that young n-gga pistol totin’ at that light
she suck on the scr-t-m, baby, that my type
i’m in the love with the pistols, you can’t be my wife
been in love with the trap life all my life
used to walk through the c-block with a knife
big dog in this sh-t, don’t take it light
got the young n-gga throwing flags, all white
let this bit’ go i don’t feel right
huh, can we f-ck one more time if that’s alright
huh, f-ck that life, swear to god i’m a no life
huh, at 16 years old i had 2 pipes
huh, swear to god you can die tonight
you can f-ck the gang, baby that’s alright
kick the b-tch out then she said i’m a lowlife, huh, lowlife n-gga
young n-gga die alone, give a f-ck ‘bout no b-tch
young n-gga die alone in the bricks
young n-gga hit the station with the stick
this babylife sh-t, shooting at your clique
that muf-cka’ miss, boy you must be sick, sick, b-tch
ya, ya, yea this that guap life n-gga
yea this that trap life n-gga
i got so d-mn high, think i’m top flight n-gga
to go ‘gainst the game, all the 4 pints n-gga
that b-tch tryna give me my whole life n-gga
then boy call me spaz, i get on yo’ ass
i hop in that cat, that bit’ movin’ fast
we smoke all their partners, feel like alcatraz
we don’t play wit’ no mask, for that gas
hop out with them glocks, n-gga, 30 mag
beat his ass up, leave him sh-tbagged
got the thirty round on me, n-gga, whiplash
f-ck up the money, this sh-t gon’ get bad
play wit’ my partner then we on yo’ ass
micro, have a shooter in this bit’ that gon’ get low
and these b-tches do whatever that i say so, huh

- glokk40spaz

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