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shai doee the chemist - glocks lyrics

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glocks

aye
i got hella bands and hella glocks b-tch
haha what up k low
let’s get it gang

(talking)
pussy -ss niggas talking shitt
i got something for you lil b-tchhh

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we got glocks for you opps
and you f-cking pussy pops
try to come for our knots
and you gone get knocked x2

glocks glocks, get knocked out yo socks b-tch
glock glocks, i can’t f-ck with no opp b-tch x2

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can’t f-ck wit a set up b-tch
f-ckin wit me and you’ll get wet up b-tch
broke -ss b-tches copping pleas
get twisted like a sengelese

i wanna sleep but if you don’t work you don’t eat
i do this shit foreal why you lying in yo tweets
really in these streets, playing the game for keeps
ain’t shit sweet & talk is real cheap
i gotta glock & my b-tch gone speak

i’m not a k!ller i’m a beast
when i eat i really feasted
how you boys running the streets
how you feel safe with no heat

you ain’t neva seen a real street nigga fold up
the game is to be sold my nigga not told up

so imma sell y’all some shit, i know niggas gone cop
big 45. will make that f-cking soda pop
if i sell my dream, can’t nobody steal it
when i drop this shit everybody gone feel it
niggas plotting on the low
playing games like a hoe

b-tch i know that you a fo
you ain’t cut like shai dough
niggas bluffing what they discussing?
i’m that b-tch! no repercussions
throwing shots joseph productions
talking shit but they ain’t saying nothing

uh, she be snapping on y’all
switching my flow and no rappings involved
i’m poetic dough, you don’t get it doe
niggas ain’t real so why they said it doe

feeling the beat through my whole god d-mn body
high off the molly, with .45 and a shotty
can’t trust a b-tch, i don’t f-ck with no thotty
can’t trust nobody, cuz i am somebody

glock for a pussy, imma leave that cat gushy
i’m not a k!ller but don’t f-cking push me
if i pull it imma blow it, niggas already know it
if i’m upping that b-tch, i ain’t upping just to show it

fake love real hate manf-ck that shit
you a opp i got a glock b-tch suck my d-ck

i mean b-tch suck my strap, i don’t give a f-ck hoe
broke -ss boy, giving opinions wit no bucks doe

you bust at me i’m taking ya life
taking his phone, car, his b-tch and his ice

i got hella clips b-tch, but i ain’t talking bout no pics

i don’t mind fake niggas, but me and that shit just don’t mix

play time is over ain’t no talking b-tch be about it
got 2 pints and sold it, only po’d a 3 up out it

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we got glocks for you opps
and you f-cking pussy pops
try to come for our knots
and you gone get knocked x2

glocks glocks, get knocked out yo socks b-tch
glock glocks, i can’t f-ck with no opp b-tch x2

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