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ar-ab - glock 9 lyrics

bad b-tch in my bed while i count 80
when i’m done, she gonna bite it like she gat rabbies
i bring it to your house, about my [..]
30 shots, i throw em like tom brady
hermes belt cost a clean stack
i’ll be riding dirty with a clean mack
the block dead, pop corn when the fiend back
they shot me, them n-ggas dead and i mean that
i have my n-ggas come with the big mack
i’m about to break a brick like a kit kat
it’s time to clean the dust off the ak
you n-ggas only ball on pay day
i need the connect and then he turn prey
i make them see god, he ain’t even pray
10 pain pills and a cup of lean
i remember days i had to f-ck a fiend
other than my money, ain’t nothing change
bad b-tch sucking till they bust a fame
your white child bite it like a pit bull
i make her eat d-ck till she get full
i am in the candor and the beat playing
flat screens on the wall and the heat playing
my crack house run like a relay
i was shooting parties up, you was d j’ing
you need a b-tch, buy roses
i need b-tch to make a whole brick
grey hound bus on a road trip
glock 9 gat a stick like moses
a hundred benjamins, thats 10 racks
drop a clean dot, bring 10 back
taking percocets with a tinzats
and mother f-ck your life, i’ll end that
my n-gga over country, about to send that
it don’t cook right, so i send it back
4 4 bullets in a dirty harry
slide through your block and it’s bl–dy mary
had a couple a friends, them i cut them off
stick your hands out, i’mma cut them off
club full of holes i’d probably f-ck them all
i ain’t gonna lie, probably f-ck them raw
he smocking reggie, trying to vibe him up
my sh-t loud, two pulls have you high as f-ck
i heard your plug about to buy a truck
he don’t know later on i’mma tie him up
i lost a f-cking drug cases, i couln’t beat it
but when it comes to murderours, i’m undefeated
keep a hundred clean, in my house
tell my b-tch shut up, i’m losing my count
i gave the work back, it’s losing the ounce
or i might hit him with the rug, then i’m out
ahh!
the clip like a freesbie
pull up, hit your baby mom with a wiggy
ahh!
the mack cost 60
ride around with it, like they slipped me a micky
you can’t tell me sh-t
you talk about bricks, n-gga sell me sticks
uhh!
i’ll scout my sh-t
i’ll be a millionaire if i sell my d-ck
one day i hope to make it to the big screen
until then i’m breaking bricks down the 16
16 shots, that’s half brick
i make her stuff her p-ssy with half a brick
you love the way i talk
her p-ssy all wet
i f-cked her one time, i ain’t call her yet
50 stacks, that’s for small bit
i’m in the club throwing […] like […]
i don’t bring cash, spent it on consignment
just bought a new […]
i’m in the hood, chain on, white diamonds
hands on iron, imagine me turkey mining

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