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letra de wish em well - glokk40spaz

[verse]

(d-d-d-dj gren8de)
band gang f-ck yo’ block up they c-ck up yah
band gang shoot yo’ block up and start blockin’ up
empty the thirty clip they talk about robbin’ us
babylife with me, n-gga this ain’t all of us
glizzy get to singin’ like that ho don toliver
pop out and start swinging on that neck he tried it
[?] i’m drinking and she f-ck it up
they drink the whole bottle, b-tches they start throwing up
said he called a blitz on me, boy got me f-cked up
b-tch i got epiphany if i drink that double cup
you still in that plan no p-ssy you need hustle up
take the whole gang down, n-gga, like a juggernaut
my bit’ keep on asking me if i’m gon’ jug or not
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put that fy on a n-gga told thirty he hot
stunna you hot, like a crockpot
shooting that f-ck n-gga like a jot
go ‘head shoot a f-ck n-gga like why not
b-tch i’m like a star, shootin like a lock
imma f-ck that bit’ later, fingеr f-ck that glock
put a switch on the b-tch, and a crop top
no aluminum top, this a real wok
sh-ll catch on a stick, took off that boy socks
huh, just bought a brand nеw fy, n-gga, f-ck i look like fighting
zip up these jungle rocks, b-tch i’m gliding
took that boy through the swamp, the world then think he tried it
wet that boy just like aquaman without no trident
suppressed on that pistol n-gga this hit silent
i pop all these beanstalk without no giant
12 f-cked up my motion, losing all my clients
this stick beneficial, n-gga, hit too little
find out where that n-gga stay without no riddles
made a deal with a mexican who don’t like pickles
don’t call my cell, n-gga, like i’m sickle
i was locked in that cell, n-gga, for a little
different color clips, they fruity like pebbles
you better wish ‘em well, the choppa don’t drizzle
choppa hit stick a n-gga
choppa hit stick a f-ck n-gga, get ‘em
7-6 ‘til i die give a f-ck if they feel it
mob sh-t, p-ssy you can feel it
raw sh-t, leave that n-gga missing
hundred bands for that d-mn drop, n-gga it get wicked
if i can knock that n-gga off, tell him you gon’ miss him
punchin’ for real god in my life, n-gga i’m just driftin’
come with that mil, partner got no lawyer, promise i’m gon’ flip it
corny n-gga got no bread, might as well that boy jiffy
shoot that diamond back drop, i’m not drunk, b-tch, i’m just tipsy
walk down with that glock like lizzy mcguire
15 shots up in it, you den tote that ‘stire
i’m just finna pop his ass cause i’m not tired
when you get locked up, you might wanna drop the bar, why
in my head i’m mad as f-ck, why the f-ck did i just send out that flyer
in my head i’m sad as f-ck, pistol garner got no iron
gimme yo’ glock, n-gga that sh-t mine
pistol whip that p-ssy n-gga cus he keep lying
hm, i broke bread with motherf-ckers that den took me off
i want head, b-tch we in the back come top me off
tote guns on the ‘gram, n-gga that’s on god we gon’ knock you off
b-tch is for the team, i only f-ck you once cause you made my d-ck soft
pour up the syrup ‘til i can’t hear nothin’, i’m tryna get rid of that cough
pull out that stick, put that b-tch all on him, i’m tryna not go with that top golf
i need a lil muzzle cause i’m the big dog
new pinky ring on me, that sit like jack frost
(new pinky ring on me that sit like jack frost)
(new pinky ring on me that sit like jack frost)

- glokk40spaz

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