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dee glokk - wicked lyrics

[intro]
uh, aight, n+gga uh
free my tweaks n+gga
spinnin’ for tray, aye
uh

[chorus]
in my city this sh+t get wicked, n+ggas dyin’, they keep gettin’ spanked for dissin’
went on a drill wit’ a switch, my thirty went out too fast, had to go get a fifty
got mad than a b+tch, n+gga had slid wit’ me, hank had no aim, he was missin’
knew he was a rookie so i had gave em’ a week, after that, took em’ down for that glizzy

[verse]
n+gga better keep that five wit’ one in the head, n+gga play, send his ass to the sky
in traffic clutchin’ shots, don’t pull on side my ride, i ain’t goin’ like pac
that hoe can come get f+cked then bounce, if i get a feelin’ that hoe gettin’ shot
i ain’t get no feelin’, she can stay for a lil bit longer, aftеr that, gotta kick rocks
we was three deep in a four door, two+hundred shots, .40, .45 and .10 milli
send mе that pape in advance, at least ten bands, for a b, i’m comin’ to get it
you got yo’ gun took and tryna hop in this ride, no sir, you can’t get in wit’ me
he mentioned that name, now i’m tryna spin and keep on spinnin’ until i’m different
told bro hit the switch at ground, if a n+gga try to crawl, told em face that b+tch
n+gga took off when he seen my face so i tapped switch, i ain’t wanna chase that b+tch
i aim for the chest up, he start holdin’ his face, look like somebody maced that b+tch
she ain’t wanna give me the lo, she must f+cked them n+ggas so i’m finna drac’ that b+tch
this hoe walked in wit’ a purse, no money, a vape and a charger, knew she was a thot hoe
bro off a thirty pushin’ this b+tch, told em’ slow down for we end up in a pothole
drop my mask, shoot first, ask questions later, you know that be the motto
this lil hoe trippin’, keep recordin’, i’m finna introduce her ass to a hollow
[chrous]
in my city this sh+t get wicked, n+ggas dyin’, they keep gettin’ spanked for dissin’
went on a drill wit’ a switch, my thirty went out too fast, had to go get a fifty
got mad than a b+tch, n+gga had slid wit’ me, hank had no aim, he was missin’
knew he was a rookie so i had gave em’ a week, after that, took em’ down for that glizzy

- dee glokk lyrics

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