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glo grip - only option pitmix lyrics

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hook:
i’m f-cking yo hoe from the front
she sucking my d-ck like she rolling a blunt
i beat it up make her run
then i go roll up a wood full of runts

we score with the pack and we make n-gg-s punt
tryna run off we gone load up and hunt
n-gg- this sh-t ain’t a stunt
do it and then we lay low for a month

verse 1:
f-cking yo b-tch in the back of the spot
you cuffing that b-tch but don’t know she a thot
she f-cking me cuz i’m hot
she say yo money to little but i got a lot

n-gg- i’m fresh like a tee
you play with my bro than you destined to see
i got the iron in my jeans like a crease
wet up his block got him signing for peace

i’m getting bread like panera
these n-gg-s cappin i call i’m new era
you p-ssy n-gg-s in danger error
i got that n-gg- living life in terror

smoke out the turkey bag don’t even scale it
buy me a p of the louie don’t sell it
he want the pack in the chi we gone mail it
wrap it up don’t want n-body to smell it

i do what i want and you do what you can
i mixed the dirty sprite wit a zan
got me a bag now a n-gg- the man
now all of these n-gg-s and b-tches my fan

smoking og in the back of the whip
stop at the store get a black and sum chips
bad lil b-tch wit a -ss and some hips
told that hoe come and ride me like a ship

f-ck yo butch and she calling my daddy
she riding me like a caddy
shawty she be eating the duck like a patty
yeah the lil b-tch is a baddy

just had a threesome with her and her twin
and i wanna do it again
the way that she f-ck me it should be a sin
i swear her mouth made her a 10

hop in the booth and i’m making some crank
i’m on the weed pills and the drank
all of this money like we robbed a bank
i’m telling the truth n-gg- f-ck what you thank

f-ck what you say cuz i really don’t care
walk in yo party polluting the air
yeah you can look baby just do not stair
bling blow diamonds they making a glair

stacking that money up just like a crate
started my trap wit a scale and a eight
i done upgraded now i’m having weight
ik that money is all in my fate

i need my money i don’t like to wait
i need my money bro why is you late
we set up him up wit a b-tch on a date
then we gone rob him he bit on the bait

hook:
i’m f-cking yo hoe from the front
she sucking my d-ck like she rolling a blunt
i beat it up make her run
then i go roll up a wood full of runts

we score with the pack and we make n-gg-s punt
tryna run off we gone load up and hunt
n-gg- this sh-t ain’t a stunt
do it and then we lay low for a month

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