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letra de glock on stage - stanwill

[intro]
b-tch
b-tch
b-tch
pew tch tch tch

[verse]
in miami i’m making it rain and f-cking the b-tches that’s raking it up
if i show you the b-tch i was f-cking last night, you’d think i was making it up
blowing it down, just like the big bad wolf he think he safe in the cut
why the f-ck i never see n-ggas with money but stay with an eighth and a blunt
told her that i wasn’t sh-t, i play with her feelings right after i play in her guts
been in the game, i been getting pape, when edd stopped you was hanging it up
brodie a demon he pulling up shooting from anywhere like he was dame in the clutch
why the f-ck do i hear them hoes talking down from n-ggas who ain’t even up
unky addicted, bet if hе could he f-ck around pour a whole case in thе cup
i was in atl, he ain’t perform but i brought drake in the club
[chorus]
she wanna f-ck on my gang, none of my n-ggas no lames (naw)
i brought the glock on the stage (yea)
told her i just want the face (aww)
all of my n-ggas gon bang (yea)
none of you n-ggas can hang (naw)
i be with k!llers and sh-t, i’m k!lling this b-tch from the back got her screaming my name

[verse]
i be with villainous n-ggas, i hit his b-tch and it’s k!lling this n-gga
they keep on calling me cuz and gang i swear i ain’t even kin to them n-ggas
i hit the set just to get one pair of shoes, and i left a stimulus in it
he know he a loser, he gon get mad cause b-tches be f-cking the n-ggas that’s winning
i, need to take my christian dior’s back, cause n-gga i’m sinning
why the f-ck do n-ggas be thinking they tough until a .223 hit them
naw for real n-ggas be thinkin its that, until it’s a glock on they fitted
i’m mad as h-ll, off-white tee my size, but i can’t even fit it
she wanna ride in the scat, your b-tch get wet when i be stabbing the gas
new b-tch a 10, swear her head brilliant, with an immaculate ass
all that capping he doing, if i see him out i’m putting a cap in his ass
we in the field more than ray lewis and them, we tryna tackle a bag
in your b-tch guts for real, i’m talking my sh-t while i’m smacking her ass
i ain’t shooting no ones, if i pulling up i’m attacking with mags
old b-tch mad as f-ck cause i left her back in the past
upping strips on the hoes i’m at the bnb acting a ass
(haha)
yea dumbass n-gga, f-ck is you talking bout
real sh-ttyboyz sh-t she gon f-ck cause the sh-ttyboyz lit, dumbass
that’s what you gotta know
[chorus]
she wanna f-ck on my gang, none of my n-ggas no lames (naw)
i brought the glock on the stage (yea)
told her i just want the face (aww)
all of my n-ggas gon bang (yea)
none of you n-ggas can hang (naw)
i be with k!llers and sh-t, i’m k!lling this b-tch from the back got her screaming my name

- stanwill

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