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letra de glo or yo soul - zotiyac

[intro: zotiyac]
foe nem, in this cut
[?]
aye, b-tch

[verse 1: zotiyac]
i’m smokin’ on gas, he smokin’ on stress
ain’t worry ’bout that, i know i’m up next
i know they up cast, they know how i teck
i pour out that ack, i pull out that tec
i got that sh-t, that i cannot flex
he don’t got no clip, but say “on the set”
flippin’ these zips, and savin’ these checks
she suck on my d-ck, then lay on my chest
hollow the bullets, they shoot through the vest
i’m gonna pull it, where you [?]
usually use it for you and your tec
but sometimes i just shoot ’cause a n-gg- a set
empty a clip, then i make the sunset
catch you slippin’, you trippin’, get hit with a [?]
he say he want it on death
f-ckin’ with me, n-gg- that’s the first step
foe nem be bangin’ wherever we go
clip just be hanging forever, we low
b-tches be sayin’ whatever [?]
but it’s better if i can’t get sh-t but the throat
little you know, i don’t fall for you hoes
reachin’ yo’ pockets, i’m feeling so hose
we’re on the rose, n-gg- run me the dough
he put out of your life, n-gg- one gotta go

[hook]
aye, n-gg-, it’s yo’ glo or yo’ soul
it’s yo’ glo or yo’ soul, b-tch
aye, n-gg-, it’s yo’ glo or yo’ soul
aye, n-gg-, it’s yo’ glo or yo’ soul

[verse 2: k!ll stacy]
ai-aim my wrist, [?] in this b-tch
droppin’ a thous’ in this b-tch
sound like a lake, we pull up to your crib
when we kickin’ the door up that sh-t
[?] a few times
like you high, i pop 12 on yo’ block
you get jumped on the spot
cappers on ross, and i’m movin’ some glocks
and i’m movin’ no opps, ’cause me like it me not
lil’ give it to me lil’ n-gg-, i’m takin’ it
f-ck all these n-gg-s, i’ve never been fakin’ it
that’s a relationship, that’s what is fake wit’ it
all of these b-tches, they let ’em compare me sh-t
up on the block [?]
getting a [?] then i’m makin’ a play with it
takin’ a [?] then i’m making a play with it
getting the paper, then head to the [?]
double my sock with the clip in my head
i got some [?] on, yo’ b-tch in my whip
diamonds they glisten it’s cuttin’ my wrist
and i go and cop more and i fill it with p-ss
real with the diamonds, look better they hit
i cannot f-ck with no regular b-tch
i need a foreign hoe, who tell my rap flow
and i’m ‘sposing that shawty, just how she ignore it

[outro: k!ll stacy]
robbin’ in yo glo or yo’ soul, aye
i’m poppin’ sh-t, yo glo or yo’ hoe, aye
poppin’ sh-t [?] with new foes, aye
that’s the sh-t you know, look la lil’ bih

- zotiyac

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