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glokk4litxoo - ded lyrics

[intro]
i got laced by six (by six)

aye hold up
(b+tch)
hold up
(big stick)
hold up
(big stick)
hold up
(yeah)
f+ck

allen k!ll yourself (k!ll yourself)

b+tch ass n+ggas
whack yo b+tch ass n+ggas
litxoo
mac

[verse]
leave a n+gga dead
don’t need no p+ssy
i need me some head
when there’s violence
i only see red
“i’m soft” little n+gga
you soft like a ted
i got so much dough that my family stay fed
[verse]
don’t f+ck with the cops
i can’t f+ck with the feds
yeah young n+gga real huh
i feed her some head
she a l lil bit
that she could be dead (dead)
she diggin the stars, cause i got that bag

[chorus]
you heard what he said
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving ya’ll dеad
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving him dead
can’t f+ck with us
wе leaving you dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving ya’ll dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving him dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving you dead
can’t f+ck with us
b+tch
[verse]
he fly high
that boy on a jet
shots to his brain
he turn sped
crashing out
but ain’t no red
smg
he touching that tec
rip
we leaving him dead
where’s your girl
yeah we making a mess
beam between the side
yeah it’s on his head
keep on rapping
we ain’t there yet
loving me
i’m getting her wet
they don’t want me
she call ys
real bullet
they call me a pet
vampire
it don’t got a neck
wasn’t acting right
hit him with the left
hitting three’s
i feel like i’m steph
lil b+tch
she liking on meth
[verse]
litxoo
yeah
macking this b+tch
yeah i’m f+cking it up
keep on talking this sh+t
yeah i’m burning it up
she a number one eater
yeah i guess i got luck
just like i’m giannis
i keep it a buck
just like a gentleman
i’m keeping it tucked
exceed on you n+ggas
i’m really just tough
b+tch
i’m really just buff
i beat on this beat
ti’ll it had enough
she wanna f+ck me cause i’m famous
stupid on the mic, yeah i’m bouta go brainless
keep talking that sh+t
and i won’t make it painless
she acting real dumb
like she don’t know what brain is
get out little b+tch
baseball
i told her to fix that pitch
n+gga’s keep hating
cause i just got rich
i use to be broke on the floor without sh+t

[verse]
choppa on me
that b+tch finna hit
red dot on him
he finna die quick
crashing through his door
we finna hit a l!ck
personel trigger
i hope it don’t slip
talk about my music
it’s diss
talking trash
we starting a diss
girlfriend
i call her my miss
where the mug
that boy gotta miss

[chorus]
you heard what he said
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving ya’ll dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving him dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving you dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving ya’ll dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving him dead
can’t f+ck with us
we leaving you dead
can’t f+ck with us
b+tch

[outro]
uh, uh, uh, get out
uh, uh, uh, get out
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh

- glokk4litxoo lyrics

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