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letra de strapped wit tha gloc - lil jyule

(chorus: dj paul and gangsta blac)
my n-gga strapped with the glock and it’s c-cked
about to shoot you, b-tch
don’t you ever, don’t you ever try to test my nuts

(verse 1: lil jyule)
raised on richmond street, kicking in southward
the plane’s about to leave, so b-tches come on board
you hoes don’t want none, n-ggas come get you some
don’t come along punk, you’d better bring your f-cking gun
i’m high cause i’m chiefing sack, i’m chilling with blizo mack
we rolling roch-lle’s thang, we drinking a pint of yak
these n-ggas ain’t really sh-t, they cross me out over b-tch
i’m keeping my f-cking my cool, my mind’s about to cl1ck
i’m high as a motherf-cker, i’m ready to k!ll a sucker
i’m buying this f-cking tone as soon as i see that buster
these n-ggas can’t fade me, a hoe can’t rape me
i know i’m a player fool, i bust hoes daily
i’m rapping on this motherf-cking beat by the triple six
blood that was born in me, i’m flizzock with my glizzock b-tch
(talking): aw yeah, it’s lil jyule in this motherf-cker, kicking sh-t with dj paul and lil fly, don’t you ever try to test my nuts!

(chorus: dj paul and gangsta blac)

(verse 2: playa fly)
hoe you wanna test my nuts, anna’s what i’m thinking be
s.p.v. we strapping with them glocks, down with r.i.c
cl1cking on you suckers talking sh-t about a funky hoe
stick that tone up to your dome
and lay your b-tch -ss on the floor
motherf-ckers talking sh-t, anna got me cl1cking lemon
jealous c-m catching n-gga bustas trying to test fly pimping
mega blunts they got me bleak and thinking of another flow
expose you buster suckers so my n-gga jyule up in this hoe
richmond street and north ridge cl1ck devil blood of triple six
time to diss a funky hoe, you know suck a player’s d-ck
hoe you wanna play some games
now you know i’ve had enough
go and get so strizzapped with that glock pop you in your gut
fly don’t give a f-ck because you hot, so get off my jock
keep on spreading f-cking rumors
then, i’m knocking off your socks
don’t show your -ss around here hoe
but you better not get so buck
cause when you see fly’s skin and grin
b-tch, lil fly’s gone test your nuts

(chorus: dj paul and gangsta blac)

(verse 3: lil jyule)
swinging early sunday morning smoke up in my head
money on my bed i need a blizzant cause my n-gga’s dead
jumping in the 1,500 rolling with my n-gga lil mont
just scooped up my rollie mont, so you know i got that blunt
i got a pistol on my hip, got a blizzant stuck between my lips
ski mask on, got my tone, now i’m finna take a trip
a player doing it richmond style no realer pimping by the mile
when i chief the blizzants guaranteed to get buckwild
ganking n-ggas everyday when i drink that conveyance
knocking busters out when i’m high off of smoking hay
got a bag for my n-gga, now i’m finna pull the trigga
on this busta trick who shot a cross at this richmond n-gga
let me beep my rollie mont, tell him bring my f-cking gun
shot a busta trick -ss n-gga, now i’m on the f-cking run
running for my life, i cannot stop the force is coming, g
25 cops strapped with gats trying to k!ll me

(chorus: dj paul and gangsta blac)

(end of the song)

- lil jyule

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