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glokk40spaz - i heard lyrics

[verse]
rockstar, i spent ten bands at the mall
twenty+five bands on your head, huh, multiply two, now they double
n+gga wanna hang with the mob, yeah, n+gga can’t the in the huddle
it’s like ever since i got rich n+gga, i want [a full diamond bezel?]
sildin’ outside with them cutters
millions, i’ll f+ck on your mother
me and my brother, we came from the gutter
them young n+ggas ain’t loyal, they snaking each other
i’m spreading mud, this money like b+tter
this sh+t ain’t for you, she know she can’t come
wear a plan b, i don’t wanna’ have a son
i put the scarf on her head like a nun
none of you n+ggas ain’t talking ’bout nun’
i’m on the block, i’m keeping my gun
i told h+ll these n+ggas my son
smokin’ exotic, it’s f+ckin’ with my lung
play with the mob, he red rum
i put a switch on the back of the gun
that b+tch shoot like, “brrrrt”
you know she a groupie, you know she gon’ suck
we got the sticks for whoever wan’ buck
b+tch you ain’t nun’, i’m just tryna’ catch my nut
shooting the glock so a n+gga gotta’ duck it
i talk to his soul, call me david ruffin
they was never in the street, n+ggas be bluffing
i’m spending money, a hundred ain’t nothing
she walking past and i look at her b+tt
yeah i’m having paper, i could buy you some stuff
bnb, it look like a mansion
you could’ve went up with us
no+ no, they ain’t f+cking with us
huh, i pull the sticks out the trunk
babywoah, h+ll no, i ain’t pulling no stunts
h+ll rolling exotic blunts
i miss my b+tches, just call me a mutt
chrome heart bracelet, diamonds in the ruff
twenty+three racks at icebox
i gotta’ pop, it’s been too long
you gotta’ chill, b+tch hold on
i’m feeling high, i’m so gone
i can’t even pop it with no ho
money messenger like a [?]
we smoking dead man just like a bong
money on me, i flex on ’em like so’
bad b+tches, hit them in a row
[?] in the moncler coat
know a n+gga steal from the store
i only told you because i got on
i f+ck her good, she say it’s in her stomach
you feeling my partners girl, i ain’t no dummy
i been in the streets and these n+ggas some phonies
i pin the ho down then i take the ho bowling
what you wan’ do?
young n+gga sliding through
[?] in the coupe
play with the gang, take your top off like [?]
i was just locked up, i just selling soup
then i came home and blew up like a nuke
fifth day out, i’m locked in the stu’
drop racks on your head and i bet it be poo
mobb sh+t like free [?]
“you ain’t finna fire off sh+t”, n+gga who?
i ain’t even hit the b+tch, i heard she was loose
i ain’t even hit the b+tch, i heard she was loose
i ain’t even hit the b+tch, i heard she was loose

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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