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letra de glock30 - unitschampion

[intro – unitschampion]
b-tch
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[chorus – unitschampion]
b-tch i got glock thirty locked in the sight
cause if i’m pullin’ up then i’m not talking nice
yeah i got these lil shooters strapped up in the ice
when i’m sippin’ this lean i hear them talking twice (augh)
b-tch i got glock thirty locked in the sight
cause if i’m pullin’ up then i’m not talking nice
yeah i got these lil shooters strapped up in the ice
when i’m sippin’ this lean i hear them talking twice

[verse one – unitschampion]
hop out the coupe and my slobber on droop
f-ck the five-o’s we all gotta regroup and
the tech-nine got some lube and it shoot
imma beat down a f-ckboy and take all his loot

then i put up a price on your head for the off-white
run away from the feds through the mid night
i ain’t get no sleep i might get a lil sloppy
i cannot be copied, no clone, ain’t no carbon copy

up in new york and i pull up on cardi
no b-tch i’m spectacular, feel like jeff hardy
we smokin’ the broccoli, signing with sharpies
hoe i’m a navy seal part of the army

fly to toronto i got about six
packin’ these clips i might bust at your miss
oh i’m takin’ the p-ss frozen white like a swiss
why you hatin’ on me errrrbody hates chris
[chorus – unitschampion]
b-tch i got glock thirty locked in the sight
cause if i’m pullin’ up then i’m not talking nice
yeah i got these lil shooters strapped up in the ice
when i’m sippin’ this lean i hear them talking twice

b-tch i got glock thirty locked in the sight
cause if i’m pullin’ up then i’m not talking nice
yeah i got these lil shooters strapped up in the ice
when i’m sippin’ this lean i hear them talking twice (yuh)

[verse two – xmmx]
you know i clock in work (price)
i tell her put in work (twice)
she a bad chick, and she know it (she fine)
first and foremost don’t be wasting my time

i fly three cities in one night (one night)
she said she nervous she afraid of the height
i tell her don’t worry, we’ll make it alright
yeah we moving elite, we fly mile high

reppin the north cuz it’s all ice
like that boy murda, we not nice
couped in the benz, we don’t need no friends
get off my d-ck, before you making me sick
she likes it rough, i love when she bites (d-mn)
two hands on the wheel but she stays in my sights
thirty-five bands that she use as a fan
pretend you don’t care but then move like a fan

- unitschampion

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