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letra de glock that stole christmas - lando bando & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
yeah
come on, glockboyz, n-gga
yeah

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m the glock that stole christmas (stole christmas)
we grew up robbin’ n-ggas, now i only take b-tches (now i only take b-tches)
it’s cold as h-ll outside, we still hot, ridin’ with switches (still ridin’ with switches)
i hope i catch you with your chain, so i can take one of them b-tches (so i can take one of them b-tches)
i’m in your crib smokin’ your weed, you don’t even know i’m here (you don’t even know i’m here)
i’m like santa, i pull up with ten dogs, these my reindeer (my reindeer)
i knew hе was scared as sh-t, it’s gon’ be hard for me to facе my fears (come on)
now put your hands up, where that money at? give it here (give it here)

[verse: glockboyz teejaee]
every year, around this time, all the savages be robbin’ (all the savages be robbin’)
in the streets, they just tryna make a profit (yop)
brain good, she from the ghetto, i could’ve sworn she went to college
i used her to set you up, you make a move and i’m gon’ pop you (baow)
race back to the whip, we finna park this ’round the corner (around the corner)
jump back in the rental, license plate, it say florida (yeah)
hoodies on, ski’d up, ain’t no way they can record us (ain’t no way the camera saw us)
we got to the room and counted out two hundred, we just scored (yeah)
that’s how it go, n-gga, the streets get cold
christmas time, n-ggas gotta pay they bills, you know it’s on
end of the year, n-ggas do anything to try to make some pros (try to make some pros)
‘cept for buy a bag, break that b-tch down, and get it sold
n-ggas’d rather take somethin’, yeah
these n-ggas’d rather take somethin’, yeah
my n-ggas’d rather take somethin’ than get a job, what is that?
we catch you out here movin’ loose, then we gon’ rob you for them racks, come and get it back (ayy, come and get it back)
my dog steady tryna catch a play, he finna go to saks (tryna catch somethin’)
broke in your crib, i’m like, “where the milk and cookies at?” (like where them cookie at?)
i got a bag real big, saint nick (like saint nick)
it match the glock, this right here the four-fifth (baow)
i’m the glockboy, i’m ten times worser than the grinch
’cause i pulled up with some n-ggas who’ll shoot you in your sh-t, yeah
my dog starin’ at your chains, he wanna get you (he wanna get you)
i’m starin’ at ’em too, so if he go, i’m goin’ with him (i’m goin’ with him)
you can either hand ’em over or you goin’ to the ‘spital
if we on camera, we’ll beat you the f-ck up, instrumental (come on)
[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m the glock that stole christmas
we grew up robbin’ n-ggas, now i only take b-tches (now i’m only takin’ b-tches)
it’s cold as h-ll outside, we still hot, ridin’ with switches (still ridin’ with switches)
i hope i catch you with your chain, so i can take one of them b-tches (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m in your crib smokin’ your weed, you don’t even know i’m here (you don’t even know i’m here)
i’m like santa, i pull up with ten dogs, these my reindeer (my reindeer)
i knew he was scared as sh-t, it’s gon’ be hard for me to face my fears (me to face my fears)
now put your hands up, where that money at? give it here (come on)

- lando bando glockboyz teejaee

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