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letra de fox 2 - roadrunner glockboyz tez

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
woo! ran off with a n-gga sh-t, he ain’t even ask for it back; cause he know how me and all my n-gga’s get
if he try some sh-t, he know he getting wacked
choppa hold a hundred, i ain’t missing sh-t, if we miss that n-gga with it, bet i hit his b-tch
don’t give a f-ck, somebody died, that’s all the same sh-t, menace to society , i’m on my caine sh-t

ay, this n-gga sweeter than a cinnamon stick
death threats, other than that, n-gga’s ain’t sending sh-t
if i see a opp in traffic, i’ma stop the sh-t; he can’t even ride with his momma in the whip!
n-gga, f-ck a b-tch, all these hoes needy, she done ate thе whole d-ck, boy, these hoеs greedy
i bought some buffs for the culture, now these hoes easy, she gone let me f-ck cause she think i know peezy
i know rondae, woo, chino, and jr, cash kidd, dz, and that n-gga snap
i’m just letting hoes know about it off rip, just to see how much p-ssy i can get for that!

if this n-gga send location, knock him off the map
lil n-gga called me broke, boy that big cap
you would have been fell off if it wasn’t for rap
i ain’t hating on no n-gga, i’m stating the facts

ay, all these glocks on me, i can’t f-ckin’ move
all these chops on me, i can’t f-ckin’ move
if a n-gga try me, he gone make the news (the news)
f-ck a friendly ho, i like my b-tches rude, n-gga
ay, f-ck a friendly ho, i like my b-tches rude!
tss, heh, you too? huh
if a b-tch n-gga try me, he gone make the news!

[verse 2: cash kidd]
huh, tez, let a n-gga try me, watch the breaking news
come on, you know marc armed, but it ain’t a bruise
get a body in this b-tch like a kangaroo
send yo p-ssy ass a message, but it ain’t a nude

my b-tch punching with her friends, call her sailor moon (she is)
my dog dropped a four-one, no, not april fools
fell out with a lame, i ain’t changing crews
if i fall out with my n-gga’s, it’s still f-ck the opps
still money over b-tches, n-gga, f-ck a thot
f-ck yo p-ssy, is you real and can you suck a c-ck? (ay, ay)
used to punch a clock, now i’m tryna punch a yacht
rap b-tch think i love her, made her f-ck the squad

yeah, like amanda show, b-tch, i’m all that
all facts, you can’t get no d-ck, i need all neck
in the mall strapped, out in cali, thanks to all black
get your dog wacked, carti’s on me, like i’m offset

f-cked around, got neck for so long, my leg caught cramps
boy you better use all cash, or get your card cracked
yeah, f-ck this rap sh-t, you can’t get no feature
punching all day, i feel like vegeta

yeah, saucy n-gga, wacked a n-gga off a margarita
bullets hopping off the pole, like john cena (bow, bow)
lil dog think he a swiper, cause he slide pizza
all these punches on me, call me sharkeisha

n-gga, yeah

- roadrunner glockboyz tez

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