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glockboyz teejaee - confidential lyrics

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
baby dracos, .223s and ten millis
man, standin’ on the couches with my n+ggas screamin’ “free the k!llers”
i be f+ckin’ hoes the day i meet ’em, i ain’t no lil’ n+gga
and i pull up to the strip and walk straight in ’cause i got pull, n+gga
she heard i get money, fly b+tches out, and i shoot n+ggas
i ain’t scary, i’ll walk up on you, ask you, “who is you, n+gga?”
ayy, i don’t dance, i just throw my hoodie on and do my do, n+gga
me and stackboi f+ck the same hoes, i don’t ask him what he do with ’em
finna turn you up, i’ma buy y’all hoеs some liqour, i sip lean
b+tches hatе it when they see me with my cup, they say i’m mean
it’s my mans ho, but that p+ssy was so good, she on my team now
i put a b+tton on my glock, but i ain’t finna use my beam now

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
and we gon’ keep this sh+t so confidential
we gon’ tap your head, run up on you, you got presidential
i heard it’s fifty on your head, i hope them k!llers get you
my dog got five bodies, three attempts and ten misses
and we gon’ keep this sh+t so confidential
we gon’ tap your head, run up on you, you got presidential
i heard it’s fifty on your head, i hope them k!llers get you
my dog got five bodies, three attempts and ten misses
[verse 2: stackboi ty]
we gon’ keep this confidential
switchy on the block, this b+tch is not a pistol
you gon’ catch about a hundred rounds before i’m boxin’ with you (on gang)
i just stuffed the glock with missiles, keep my fin, we out here fishin’
i don’t want none of my opps in jail, i pray the judge dismiss ’em (ayy)
just gave bro the book, now we gon’ catch her ’round her
brodie in the kitchen spikin’ boy, he think he jeffery dahmer
all my ice on now with an r, you couldn’t press me out it
me and teejaee been f+ckin’ on the same hoes and never spoke about it (sh+t)
and we gon’ keep this sh+t so confidential, baby, gave me head
you can go f+ck on my bro and them ’cause we know how to play it
if there’s a ticket on that p+ssy, baby, you know i’ma pay it
never runnin’ from no beef unless it’s pigs, you know i fled (skrrt)

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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