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letra de glickinthisbitch - xavier

brally-brally-brally you back at it again huh?

[verse 1: lazy3x]
we got gl!ck in this sh-t
spinnin his dome he get hit in his sh-t
shawty she dirty ain’t hittin that b-tch
came with the 30 it’s clip in this b-tch
f-ckin a thot cause shawty she thick
pull out the drugs just pull out the zips
been sellin them [?]
been sellin them bands
yall n-ggas cap [?]
my n-ggas really be trappin them [?]
trap star [?] b-tch i’m whippin this sh-t
[?] boy with gl!cks
big ol clip [?]
big ol stick it’s makin em flip
stackin [?]
uppin that yoppa this choppa got kick
[?]
don’t f-ck with n-ggas these n-ggas gone hate
hittin the l!cks had to run from the jakes
walk in that b-tch with a stick and a k
she give me lip imma bust on her face
i get a gl!ck i ain’t runnin no race
strap with a [?] i ain’t runnin away
i was just down bad on my [?]
how you a shooter ain’t bust yo own sh-t?
get a n-gga smoked just like a cig
that n-gga a b-tch that n-gga the [?]
[?] with the gang
[?]
i get a bad b-tch her name [?]
ride around town lil shawty [?]
shawty geekin
shawty tweakin
my diamonds they cold [?] jump out the freezer
and i stay in the kitchen my name was [?]
strap with the tool imma [?]
[?]
textin the plug f-ck no i ain’t payin
beat in the trap with a pot and a pan
if that n-gga cap with the glock [?]
and lil shawty a thot [?]
i go out the gas i don’t know what i’m sayin
[verse 2: xavier]
i keep the glock and it stay in my pants
that b-tch she ride me like bike with no hands
pop a n-gga like a soda no can
hit the strip and ball like kevin durate
put that heat to his back now that boy gettin tan
he said that he want smoke so that lil n-gga ran
i get the pack i’m the man with the plan (brally-brally-brally you back at it again huh?)
ayo and teo that choppa make him dance
get the watch i be wristin
pull out the bl!ck and i shoot like a piston
bring out the rock you get caught like i’m fishin
long barrel on me it hit from a distance
blue bands on me it be crippin
don’t give a f-ck what he say and [?]
jump out the leash while these n-ggas act kitten
if he think he got tripped then we catchin him slippin
glock with a pistol [?]
like a [?]
[?] bust a door off yo civic
hit the block up and walk off like i did it
if he rockin chain then he gettin his neck took
get on the grass he get hit with a left hook
rock a lil n-gga we leavin his head shook
drive by n-gga and [?] him like westbrook
the clip like a [?] i’m bustin it
i might just take that boy pack and then run with it
imma f-ck on yo lil shawty she lovin it
imma f-ck yo lil shawty then i’m done with it
[?]
i keep the glock on my hip better f-ck with it
run up on me p-ssy n-gga know that i be bustin it
b-tch i keep a k up in a case and now i’m struttin it
the choppa on me like [?]
run up on me p-ssy boy then i’m bustin it
i got the glock like a [?] b-tch i’m tuckin it
[?] i’m uppin it
yo b-tch she all on my d-ck and she lovin it
yo b-tch she all on my d-ck and she suckin it
[?] run up on me better f-ck with it
run up on me p-ssy boy now you [?] sh-t
i keep the glock in the clip run with it
i cannot f-ck with a b-tch i’m done with it
[?]
[?] so i’m done with it
n-gga run up on me then i’m dumpin it
got the glock on me n-gga i’m rockin it
imma f-ck on yo shawty she sl-ttin it
imma f-ck on yo shawty she suckin it
[verse 3: kiloyugi]
and she suckin it
i see a opp i put him on a stretcher
we pullin up we applyin the pressure
like f-ck out my face i don’t need no lecture
got a gl!ck in this b-tch it’s gone mess up his sweater
you was too scared to hit me and wrote me a letter
i’m not f-ckin yo shawty [?]
i got the tool like [?]
[?] that’s a nice gesture
imma light that boy up just like a sketcher
glock it gone teach that boy just like a professor
this is a run down we stealin his treasure
bullets rain down look at the weather
and i heard yo life suck lil n-gga do better
[?] and we knockin sh-t down like a record
lil shawty just want me for money and pleasure
and yall n-ggas is stupid i gotta watch me temper
and that choppa gone hit at me [?] like a feather
f-ckin a lil white b-tch named “heather”
got 2 twin glocks and they always stay together
shorty say “come through” when i was like “never”
like b-tch i’m too bust i’m gettin the [?]
i like callin my choppa “the body collector”
and he said he gone pull up like n-gga whatever

- xavier

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