a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

deleted artist - glock-work orange lyrics

[intro]
uh
beat that f+cking clown up on the bus
all that woofin’ from you b+tches need to f+cking hush
they thought they had my f+cking spot, but i bought me a slot, you stupid motherf+cker
but i know y’all p+ssies—what’s the f+cking rush?

[chorus]
i beat that b+tch+ass clown up on the bus
all that woofin’ from you p+ssies need to f+cking hush
they thought they had my f+cking slot, but i bought me a slot, you stupid motherf+cker
but i know y’all clowns, so what’s the f+cking rush?
come through the 4, let that f+cking switchy bust
we camp out cribs for real, you clucks ain’t leave the slide, guess he ain’t worth a d+mn
saw lil’ p+ssy sy ass up on the bus, i should’ve trailed and got him f+cking tucked
they free lil’ b+tch+ass blow, he bitin’ f+cking dust, don’t make me flip that alpha f+cking truck
we hoppin’ out, it’s 80 f+cking plus
i don’t think you can run from f+cking us
and f+ck every d+mn opp, they ass put up since big bro got that lil’ p+ssy munchie touched

[verse 1]
he switchin’ hoods, his b+tch ass a f+cking cluck
i catch lil’ benji, leave him f+cking stuck
king ass a driver, you a f+cking b+tch, shut up
you never spilled no brains or f+cking guts
lil’ bro be cappin’ for them f+cking sl+ts, but they won’t help if your ass gets f+cking touched
menace mally’s glock, that sh+t was cute, you need a f+cking grip
but you need help, and that’s the f+cking truth
you feel a way, then b+tch come through, no 4v4, just me and f+cking you
you gon’ see what my glock’ll f+cking do
he talkin’ ’bout chops, i had a f+cking few
that lil’ ass pad, b+tch, we got two
that 300 black blew him right through the f+cking roof
hit his ass in the face, make him choke on the f+cking tool
prolly boot up the perc while i’m up in the f+cking booth (blrrd blrrd blrrd blrrd blrrd)
f+cking yo
[verse 2]
and f+ck both of those dracs
he died on his block, what a f+cking disgrace
and i’m smokin’ on dock, so i think i’m the f+cking face
b+tch ass trippin’, so i’m grabbin’ the waist
shark look dirty as h+ll, you can see it on his f+cking face
if that b+tch had to run, then you know i’ma f+cking chase
and that n+gga stay f+cking broke, they be sharin’ the f+cking pape

- deleted artist lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS