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nettspend - ‎‎gun store lyrics

[intro]
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[verse]
ayy, how you rich, but you poor?
got me sleepin’ on your checks, i ain’t tryna f+ckin’ hear this sh+t
and you said got a f+ckin’ glock in the store
bad b+tch jumpin’ on my d+ck, swear she ain’t no wh0re (uh)
brought a gun in the store, got a stolo on my hip, said, “i’ll hit you and your wh0re” (yeah)
and i know why that b+tch up on my d+ck and not yours
(uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
i got swag comin’ out my f+ckin’ pores
yeah, i know why my b+tch mad and she not yours (yeah)
swear to god, boy, i’ll jugg you out that four
said, them boys run the city, said, street sh+t core
got a glock, no lore, yeah, she tryna pull my pants down, uh (what, what, what, what, what, what?)
i can’t love no wh0re, what my mama said? you take ’em with a bat, they not yours
break a b+tch down, put it in her core
i won’t f+ckin’ with her no more, so i made her yours
yeah, it’s thirty on the clip, yeah, this b+tch ain’t in a drawer and y’all dancin’ to my songs, love that sh+t, yeah (uh)

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