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glockboykari – send me a lick lyrics

[intro]
d-mn ronny, you got me off a molly

[chorus: trapsquad dulli]
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need a bag)
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need it)
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need a bag)
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need it)
run up in your house and i shake it all about
i’m throwing ones like the charlo twins, she shake it all about
surprise a sweet n-gg- like springfield, my .40 got his leg out
my third leg got high s-x drive, i’m trappin’ out your leg house
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need a bag)
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need it)
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please
send me a lick
send, send me a lick, please (i need a bag)
run up in your house and i shake it all about
i’m throwing ones like the charlo twins, she shake it all about
surprise a sweet n-gg- like springfield, my .40 got his leg out
my third leg got high s-x drive, i’m trappin’ out your leg house

[verse 1: trapsquad dulli]
plotted on a lick, then we shake it all about (i need that money)
that b-tch a walking lick, she gon’ make it with her mouth (she nasty)
stupid b-tch attention seeking, she gon’ shake it for some clout
we outside your house and we staking out, smoking out the ounce
we understood, she gon’ send me licks and she keep getting d-ck
i feel like wop, man, i think i love her ’cause she with the sh-ts (i don’t love that b-tch)
i’m tryna take somethin’ and my phone jumping, missing hits
i got a junky middleman, she show you love until we rich
i don’t think we need him no more, line him up, he getting blitzed
the lick successful, hit a hundred on lago road, i paid a ticket
my glizzy special, while you n-gg-s was flexin’, i was paying attention
did i mention? hundred band jugg in lau, he gettin’ fifty

[verse 2: glockboykari]
send me the lick
chopper automatic, don’t need to think
my b-tch bad, think she go to pitt
throwin’ these bullets, n-gg-, mike vick
brrt, get down, n-gg-, see an opp
call dulli, he gon’ slide with the glock
feel like blueface with the mop
shooters on the roof, n-gg-, mary pop’
that n-gg- ain’t real, he actin’
slide on his block, lights, camera, action
that n-gg- want smoke, n-gg-, who mackin’?
put cheese on his head, green bay pack it
b-tch, we on lago road, stop askin’
say he the plug, but a n-gg- taxin’
get on the beat, n-gg-, start mackin’
he ain’t gettin’ no money, he lookin’ for captions

- glockboykari lyrics

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