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larry june – glock 40 lyrics

[intro]
aye, sock it to me
d-mn, yeehee!
aye
oh!

[hook]
godd-mn (aye!), ohhwee (yeeeheee!)
glock 40 with the… beam (d-mn!)
aye, everything ain’t what it… seem (aye-aye-aye)
glock 40 with the… beam
(sh-t! yee! yeehee! d-mn! god! yeslawd!)
glock 40 with the… beam
(bop bop bop bop! yeeeeheeee! sh-t!)
glock 40 with the…beam

[verse 1: larry june]
handguns choppers, gr-ss like a farmer
tuck like osama, smoking on obama
juggin’ in the winter, juggin’ in the summer
never graduated, but i’m riding foreign
i’m walking in the sand, condo in hawaii
i’m living what i’m saying, you n-ggas steady lyin’
f-ck the radio, i can do without it
i’m riding with the whammy, i don’t trust n0body
i’m the pusherman
i can get it to you
get out the p-ssy
chopper in the bushes
slide through the blade
2’s on the six
to these rap n-ggas i’m a father figure
riding by myself i don’t need a n-gga
put the heat to em like a tv dinner
i’m a real n-gga i can get it off
tell me what you need i can get it to you
i ain’t in to all that fake sh-t
why the f-ck you speakin’ on my name?
hit my phone on some groupie sh-t
but pillow talk to yo main thing
okay i see that you a f-ck n-gga
on my momma man these n-ggas b-tch made
hit a p-ssy n-gga with a switchblade
ho i’m getting money b-tch 3 ways
n-gga yeehee!

[verse 2: larry june]
they say a n-gga changed, dammit i got aim (good job larry)
8 thousand for the paint, dammit i am paid
smoking on the finest, birkin for my bottom
i like stripper b-tches, i like hoes in college
i’m standing on the couches, i’m drinking out the bottle (f-ck!)
don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, they schemin’ and they plottin’
i’m not a f-ckin’ rapper, i’m chillin’ on a island
i shop at whole foods, i’m really havin’ guala
you say you want beef but i bet you won’t run up
one hitter quitter i bet you get done up
we all about money so this is a come-up
grind in the winter and shine in the summer
hop out the benz and i jump in the hummer
(phew! phew! yeeeeheee!)
i made it safe that’s a touchdown, smoke a n-gga like a hookah lounge
you don’t wanna hear that ruger sound (godd-mn)
i got b-tches that’ll get it now
i ain’t lookin’ for a friend b-tch
ho i need another hundred thou’, i wake up early then i run a mile
hit the blunt then i’m to the trap, i turn off then i take a nap
wake up with another 50 racks! (aye, d-mn)

- larry june lyrics

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