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rod - glockwithyou lyrics

glockwithyou lyrics
[intro]
haha, jerry, what the f+ck?

[verse 1]
pouring wokky in my cup ‘cus i like the taste
how you slide without a mask, we gon’ see your face
yeah my n+ggas really monkey, yeah they f+cking ape
choppa eat a n+gga up just like a f+cking steak
and these n+gga’s talking crazy, we gon’ fix it
shawty got her mouth open, b+tch i’m not a dentist
and we counting all the green, but this sh+t not no spinach
and this hoe spillin’ tea, like b+tch, i’m not british
yeah my n+gga’s got rich off of ede
pass a glocky to my n+gga like i’m f+cking cd3
f+cking all these hoes, i got a’s like i’m easy e
tryna fight a n+gga with a stick like it’s pvp (ayy)
and my choppa gon’ dump, you’d think it’s special ed
shawty, i don’t want the p+ssy, baby, give me head
oh my god, what’s that smеll? that’s the “stanky” leg
finna’ wipe a n+gga’s nosе, where his hanky at?
see you wanna suck my d+ck (tss), now i’m mad
pouring 4’s of wokky, b+tch, i’m poruing up the agg
and i kicked her out the crib ‘cus that b+tch is p+ssy trash
and these n+gga’s really g+y, taking d+ck up in their ass (ayy)
doctor miami, that’s why she got ass cheeks
smoked a faint pipe, now you mad, get yo’ ass beat
red dots on his face, just like acne
need some coco b+tter, ‘cus these n+gga’s ashy
rob a n+gga for a check, give me that
broke up with a b+tch, told that b+tch “give my hoodie back”
i ain’t with the chasing, i’ma catch you, this ain’t this or that
oh you scared to slide? n+gga, give my pistol back
on bandlab, and i’m wearing converse
and yo’ b+tch don’t want you ‘cus you’re awkward
d+mn, my pant’s feel good, these some joggers?
hoe, you better give me dome ’till your jaw hurts
how you [?] off a perc, n+gga where my stick at?
break a n+gga down with a choppa like a kit+kat
stick is kind of old, when it shoot that b+tch go “cl!ck clat”
aaa flat as f+ck, looking down, “where my d+ck at?”
off a jankie and my booty movin’ h+lla weird
rocking all black in class, n+gga’s call me weird
put the 5 on a p+ssy n+gga, got him scared
and i beat it from the back while i grab her hair
d+mn, yeah these n+gga’s really p+ssy
walking out the crib with a glock and some cookies
b+tch i’m on the radar, yeah these n+gga’s overlook me
walked into her room and she said “hey, can you f+ck me?”
ayy, put the five to your face, n+gga, merry christmas
get the “d” done, n+gga’s gotta handle buisness
gotta run them bands up, do it just like fitness
if a n+gga starting beef, guess who’s finna’ finish

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