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munchie - glock9 lyrics

[hook]
1. imma go and get this f-ckin money pimpin
2.stay loyal with my n-ggas we gone make a livin’
3.if its beef, then you know my trigga finger itchin
4.neva eva trust a n-gga or these stupid b-tches
5.if a n-gga snitch, then he gotta come up missin’
6.if he caught dissin’, then we gotta handle business
7.never eva cross
8.and never take a loss
9.ridin til the muh f-ckin wheel fall off

[verse 1]
facin me a blunt, yeah im rollin up dat stupid sh-t
my n-ggas lunatics, get mad over stupid sh-t
not with the foolery, my n-ggas on that f-ckery
yeah i keep that tool with me, you don’t wanna f-ck with me
she ain’t had enough of me, but she can’t be stuck to me
she just wanna smoke my weed, and she gone let me f-ck for free
mane i do this sh-t forreal, ask that b-tch ceecee
i ain’t mean to say ya name, but i gotta keep it g
triple m da mob, get money without a job
and i don’t even rob, paper chase like i jog
gotta get it, bankroll in my britches
money over b-tches, i don’t need no f-ckin’ mrs.,
but i gotta keep it pimpin’, it ain’t bout these b-tches though
i’m just sayin though, i don’t care, if she do it with no hands hoe
i still won’t cuff the hoe, but i cuff plenty dough
plenty shots get fired, and i’m smokin on plenty dough

[verse 2]
loyalty n-gga, my squad is loyalty n-gga
what you know bout it, you n-ggas just publicity n-gga
ya’ll ain’t livin’ this sh-t, half of you n-ggas be talkin about
and some of these n-ggas, never come out of the house
never jumped off the porch, never hustled for it
b-tch i’m rockin real sh-t, that you can’t afford
big bank rolls, and i keep a sack on me
super strapped up, and i keep a gack on me
you will never catch me lackin if you bout it boy
team full of real n-ggas who be wildin boy
team full of real shooters who be bussin’ boy
it ain’t nothin, made it out of somethin boy
b-tch i stay bumpin’ through ya muhh f-ckin’ speakers
its a cold world a n-gga gotta keep the heater
on me, and a couple homies, who ride or die
hit the weed smokin now we all high

- munchie lyrics

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