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letra de 45 and a glock 9 - luh soldier

[verse 1: luh soldier]
f-ck it, i need all the profit, b-tch eat up the lingo, you learnin’ the language
my auntie told me that i’m next, ain’t no way i can fall so you know i’ma claim it
i got this sh-t out the mud, i wasn’t askin’ for help, got this sh-t on my own
these labels keep throwin’ me deals but it won’t be a problem ’cause i’m in my zone, yeah
soldier gon’ eat up the beat while i”m smokin a ‘wood, put that b-tch in my face, yeah
n-ggas be p-ssy for real and he said it was up so i caught me a case, yeah
i’ma go bust me a move dawg, i’m feelin’ like f-ck it, i really don’t care, yeah
i’m feelin’ like al capone, b-tch if you want smoke then put it in the air, yeah
i’m kickin’ big sh-t with the smokers, i’m out in your city if you lookin’ for me, yeah
i’ma pull up with the glock-24 and i’m clutchin’ that b-tch like i’m kobe
thirty shots, b-tch i’m feelin’ like curry, yeah
i’m in la like i’m worthy, yeah
i had to quit f-ckin’ with n-ggas
’cause n-ggas be fake and these n-ggas be dirty (d-mn)
i been in this sh-t for some years (okay)
i do not vibe with queers (for real)
i’ma roll up me a blunt, me and bruh in the city and we changin’ gears, f-ck it
trap it out, b-tch ’cause i need it (yeah)
i gotta take care of my people (yeah)
i’m movin’ big sh-t out the house
got them folks lookin’ for me, they think it’s illegal, yeah

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
we get the pack through the mail
pull up at the trap, we stay catchin’ them sales
scopin’ the block, gotta watch out for 12
sh-t get hot, know the feds on my trail
real gas pack, can’t get rid of the smell
b-tch n-ggas rat, yeah they be quick to tell
p-ssy you play, you get hit with some sh-lls
i come out on top, no this sh-t never fail
had to get back on my feet when i fell
stand on they chest, i be givin’ ’em h-ll
this for my n-ggas who locked in that cell
i can eyeball, i don’t need no scale
sippin’ on mud, movin’ slow like a snail
high as a b-tch, right now i can’t spell
boy you a b-tch, go polish your nails
get slapped in your sh-t, in my face tryna yell
f-ck ’em, they say they ain’t doin’ no talkin’
i hope they know all my n-ggas some shottas
pull up on my block, we gon’ load up them choppers
let go at your top, aimin’ straight for your collar
we come and see ’bout you since you got a problem
get to the bag, fell in love with them dollars
young street n-gga, sue all of my rastas
these hoes gon’ be hoes, ain’t no way you can stop ’em, yeah

[chorus: luh soldier]
four-fives and them glock-9’s, i been totin’ sh-t since i was 12
i just got out of the county and i was f-cked up so i couldn’t make a bail
my mama told me to go get it lil’ n-gga and i got this sh-t out the trap
i need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so i can’t take a nap
four-fives and them glock-9’s, i been totin’ sh-t since i was 12
i just got out of the county and i was f-cked up so i couldn’t make a bail
my mama told me to go get it lil’ n-gga and i got this sh-t out the trap
i need me a bed in the booth, traded sleep for success so i can’t take a nap

- luh soldier

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