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glokk40spaz - feel like santan lyrics

[intro]
f+ck is you talm bout?
yeah
free sumo, b+tch
hmm, (b+tch)
ye’en talm bout glocks yeen talm bout nun’ (cmon man, free baby ebg)
ye’en talm bout glokk yeen talm bout nun’
(cmon yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout none, p+ssy yeah)

[chorus]
yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout nun’ (hrrtl, hrrtl)
go hit the jugg and come back to the block
and you don’t got no pistol or stick he ain’t totin none but a d+mn rock
told my b+tch “watch me cook this sh+t up”
walkin’ it down, pick this glock’ pick his bl!ck up
and we don’t got n0body to get on there beef and just diss us
we pick up the band hit his ass just like philip
ion want him to touch my micro draco, i’m selfish
think he a dog he get ate just like relish
walk his ass down pick em up but he don’t get no medkit
said that she ion want f+ck em like how she want f+ck lil glokk cause i’m reckless
b+tch if you roll this leaf up, and suck my d+ck up ima buy you a necklace

[verse]
i know this glock for me to be benefit
hmm, my adrenaline rushing i’m ready to catch em with this glock
n+gga get throwed back just like medicine
ima youngboy but i take off his top
these n+ggas get replenish
i just left her ion wan f+ck no i’m b+tch i’m finshed
gotta be patient when you got that glock n+gga’ give a f+ck about the clinic
i be with real right and they billy they ain goin for none
these n+ggas they silly this glock burn his ass like the sun
glock 48. in my pocket this my son
ima in a band this glock in my pocket this bit’ hold a drum (hrrtl)
f&n fye fan, this b+tch gon hit em this bit’ miss a lung (hmm, yeah)
feel like santan pop em with glock 15 that hoe young (hrrtl, hmm)
call em a tran, man they be switchin sides get his ass gone (hmm, ya)
f+ck bout a dam, n+gga go beaver war with that gun (hmm. yeah)
b+tch i’m the man, man i got hit the l!ck and cut yo tongue
hit em with thar glock, swear on everything that his ass sworn
gf sh+t, n+gga bl but i’m still the young don
real oso come to yo block i’m the only safe one
pillow case on the stick that made that lil boy go to sleep (hmm yah)
good feelin with the mobb, them boys coming in 30 deep
we in a stolen car police get behind me hit the feet
ion celebrate halloween glock hit his ass look like “trick or treat”
wet his ass up on this block n+gga was a leaf
my b+tch bad gotta her ferragamo slides said she on fleek
i do the dash on a cop car, get behind bush and i creep
hmm, yeen n+ggas ain talm bout glocks n+ggas ain talm bout none
you see gl4, b+tch you better run
i ain’t stuntin no n+gga from g+code them n+gga grew up with munyun
what lil ki say ‘these n+ggas ain rollin up sh+t but blunts”
[outro]
blunts, yeah

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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