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chris king - glock glock! lyrics

[intro]
wlvs, looking for strippers and cocaine

[chorus: chris king]
why you so shocked? (why you so shocked?)
i get the guap (i get the guap)
i get a lot (i get a lot)
got it on lock (got it on lock)
fire my glock (fire my glock)
fire the glock (fire the glock)
pour up the snot (pour up the snot)
pull off the lot (pull off the lot)
why you so shocked? (why you so shocked?)
i get the guap (i get the guap)
i get a lot (i get a lot)
got it on lock (got it on lock)
fire my glock (fire my glock)
fire the glock (fire the glock)
pour up the snot (pour up the snot)
pull off the lot (pull off the lot)

[verse 1: chris king]
your rappers pretend who you not
put your b-tch -ss in a box
but see my shoes on your reeboks, or adidas, or whatever you rock
we k!lling him and then we forgot
all this money on me is the shirt shop after you start thinking about hamicalibers and the aftermaths or what dr. dre would put out
hammerspray, hand grenade, you should stand away
i’ma let the taliban activate
i can put your jawn on worldstar, n-gga, that is only just a cam away
stomach full, but i still grab a plate
money come to me, b-tch it gravitate
neck need more carats than a rabbit’s case
’til my throat freeze like i’m shy to say
shy to say, shy to say
i got a question, did you have a feeling you’d die today?
a silencer, silencer, pillow over the barrel just to shut up and bust shot a spray
it’s not a game, gotta play, got a n-gga rubbing elbows with the hall of fame
a problem for dollars, it got me customizing bullets n-gga, let me write your name (blat, blat)

[verse 2: ty dolla $ign & chris king]
n-ggas be talking a lot
bet it on everything, we will pull up on the block (block)
i lost the top when i drop
just so you n-ggas can see me pull up at your thot (thot)
i let the bih give me top
she told me “dolla, i like when you finger the box” (box)
i let the bih hold the glock
i got my fn, i load it, it’s ready to pop (pop)
enemies gotta pay, hit ’em with the gauge
yeah, f-ck the police and the nra
walk in this b-tch and i rage
shoot up the club and these bullets ain’t got no name (got no name)
out of that n-gga like kang, i’m in the society ways (society ways)
k!ll a man, k!ll a man, i got a question, did you have a feeling you’d die today? (you’d die today)
bandana with the draco, .38 special, i stuff with potato (bah, bah, bah)
it’s not a game, not a game, lil’ n-gga screamin’ “gang gang” but you not from a gang (gang)
lil’ n-gga think he poppin’, but f-ck around pull up and get popped in the face (blat)

- chris king lyrics

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