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letra de glock 21 - ytb 30

[intro]
b-tch ass n-ggas
f-ck yall
it’s ytb 30, n-gga
glock 21 b-tch

[verse 1]
for yall b-tch ass n-ggas who wanna keep on talking sh-t
middle finger to the hoes
i’m out here grindin’ while yall p-ssy n-ggas out here hating
big 21 in this b-tch
you the weakest link f-ck javo and his f-ck ass crew
okay, let’s get down to the facts, p-ssy, i’m dripped in red (okay)
don’t let this rap sh-t fool you, n-ggas get ripped to shreds (get back) javo talkin’ like he a thug, n-gga, you a b-tch with dreads (you a b-tch)
can’t wait to see the day that you back up all of that sh-t you said (you on)
what’s all that boss sh-t you talkin’? you ain’t no huncho, n-gga (you ain’t no huncho)
you the weakest link out of your clique, let’s keep it a hundo, n-gga (one hundred)
you f-cked my ex-ho, that’s cool, i don’t give no f-ck, lil’ n-gga (still a b-tch)
’cause i f-cked your ex when you were still with her, b-tch, i’m up, lil’ n-gga (i’m up)
they say revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet, yeah), now think about that sh-t
i’m a tickin’ bomb on the detonator (yeah, yeah)
i sh-t on n-ggas, i’m a defecator (yeah, yeah)
i’ll put a boh on a ventilator (yeah, brr, what?)
stop talkin’ ’bout beatin’ girls, you was beatin’ b-tches on the elevator
we seen the tapes, that’s devastatin’ (brr, baow, baow)
you doin’ bad, you a b-tch and your music trash (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
glock 21 with a extended clip
turn you n-ggas into angels, n-gga
god having a party with yall dead n-ggas
i’m smoking all yo dead homies, n-gga
this glock 21 left them dead, n-gga
i ain’t no weak link
b-tch you the weakest link
but this glock 21 gon make your ass dead, n-gga

[verse 2]
quit tryin’ to be tough, you ain’t like that, why you keep showin’ off? (uh)
quit talkin’ ’bout drugs, you the only pack that i’ve been smokin’ on (woah)
i just hit my plug, told him, “come back, i’ma need more than one” (come on)
your last album was a weed tray, just some bullsh-t that we roll up on (brrah, baow, baow, baow)
you know it’s on, put you to bed, night, night, that’s sudafed (yeah)
show me that i’m tender, b-tch, time to prove what you just said (boy)
r.i.p. kj, he the only real one that got true respect
crazy how when he died, everybody really wished it was you instead (oh sh-t, brrah)
“you trippin’, 30, don’t say that, don’t lose your head” (d-mn)
you done turned the big bad wolf on, these f-ck n-ggas never knew revenge (woo)
this what happens when a f-ck n-gga push a real n-gga out to the edge (yeah)
this what happens when a dumb n-gga get fame and it get to his head (yeah)
you gon’ kiss this ring, n-gga
big “f-ck you” from my middle finger (yeah)
i’ll tattoo my trigger finger (yeah)
bring real beef to your dinner table (brrah, baow)
my mental state ain’t never stable, i know this sh-t gon’ sting, n-gga (grrah)
i’ll run your ass through the wringer, n-gga
you just got bodied by a gansta’ n-gga, b-tch
[chorus]
glock 21 with a extended clip
turn you n-ggas into angels, n-gga
god having a party with yall dead n-ggas
i’m smoking all yo dead homies, n-gga
this glock 21 left them dead, n-gga
i ain’t no weak link
b-tch you the weakest link
but this glock 21 gon make your ass dead, n-gga

- ytb 30

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