letra de glock-19 - pudding gang
(pudding gang)
[intro: jack…ithink]
ay, ay ay ay
ay, ay, ay ay ay
woah, woah, woah woah woah
ay lets go, lets go
[chorus: jack…ithink]
pulling down the street and i’m gripping on my heat
shoot him in his face watch him drop to his
shoot him in his face watch him drop to his knees
check out all the ice on my wrist it’s on freeze
catch me on the slopes look at all my st–z
catch me on the slopes look at all my st–z
prada on the shirt and it’s true on the jeans
back to the wrist it’s on zero degrees
back to the wrist it’s on zero degrees
walking down the street and they all stare at me
yeah i’m talking to this hoe catch her starin at my meat
now we back at my house and she all up in my sheets
[verse 1: dr. p-ss]
yeah she all up in your sheets, but that b-tch for the streets
popping a perc and i’m wearin somе glasses i feel like a geek
but i ain’t a nerd, droppеd out of my classes, they ain’t f-ck with me
guess i’m boutta hop on this lil track, shoutout jack…ithink ay
[chorus: jack…ithink]
pulling down the street and i’m gripping on my heat
shoot him in his face watch him drop to his
shoot him in his face watch him drop to his knees
check out all the ice on my wrist it’s on freeze
catch me on the slopes look at all my st–z
catch me on the slopes look at all my st–z
prada on the shirt and it’s true on the jeans
back to the wrist it’s on zero degrees
back to the wrist it’s on zero degrees
[verse 2: jack…ithink]
zero degrees, zero degrees
all these hunnids on me, hunnids on me
at yo crib with yo b-tch and she riding on me
riding with me, flying private with me
and i dont f-ck with green
sike b-tch i lied thats the color of my bands
and i throw em in the air
seeing that cash makes her pull on my waistband
f-cking on her hard till she can’t even stand
[verse 3: dr. p-ss]
f-cking on her hard till she can’t even stand
can’t even stand no she can’t even stand
i just copped a couple bands and i give it to my gram
then i cop another grand and i spend it on the grams
spend it on the grams yeah i spend it on a lamb’
then she run it back, throw that ass, yeah she got some cake
where them p-ssies at, get em packed, throw em in the lake
you ain’t poppin percs, poppin x, all yo sh-t is fake
and i got a scat, rolling thrax, lil boy we the greats pudding gang
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