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dustero – glock 3 كلمات اغاني

dustero/intro:
i’m done, sike
yeah, yeah
yeah yeah
dustero/verse one:
we love the money and we love the guns
and it be glock part three you know that we drillin
yeah
touching who? touching me?
to god you don’t know where yo ass gon’ be
7.62’s knock him out like a bumblebee
we love the drugs we love this feelin’
the police pull up you know from the nod
you know we been choppin’ the saw
he thought we was playing til’ we shoot us a fl!ck
whenevеr we aim, we make a movе out
better then choppin’ his saw
i be poppin’ this sh_t like i’m nle
boy you know that’s a felony
boy you be dead if you stepped to me
he said he in a container
he said it was stanked up
yeah we shooted us a fl!ck
he was dodging by eight and seven and nine
tenth shot got him down
jamen/verse two:
wake up in the morning it’s a good day
please don’t test me cause i’m not that n_gga that you wanna play
i can steal your girl, i call that trick a treat
menace, n_gga should’ve never ever send his beat
to keep it a buck, i don’t give a f_ck
i’m that n_gga with three glocks
your b_tch wanna come suck on me
i’m f_cking and f_cking and f_cking and f_cking a goat
you don’t want the smoke
make a n_gga have a stroke
(can’t catch a body)
most of you n_ggas ain’t drippin’
i come in like pimpin’ no scotty
but you tryna copy
dustero/verse three:
you say you gangster you said you a stripper
but you don’t f_ck with the police
we let it burn like you f_ck with no b_tches
we let it burn like you flirt with no lover
i got that top shotta, big dollar
no farther, no lover
we got money and we runnin’ his wallet
you said you the goat
lil b_tch stop the cap
when i shot bad b_tch i hit it a shoot
i’m on the boss sh_t
yeah, i’m on the gang sh_t
you can get your ass pinned on
b_tch, hoe, you a snitch
i got those b_tches on my d_ck yeah
these b_tches been sucking my d_ck like a flavoured cucumber
bet you begging the c
yeah, yeah, yeah
i be runnin’ up on money i love this feelin’
remember them days a b_tch was swimmin’
dustero/outro:
i might just ko the perc, k!llin’ me slowly
feel like i’m kobe, can’t hold me, no, no
run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
shoot him like no hoe me, from my hip, up from my hip, like a school shooter
let the beat break, break, shake, shake, breako
keep all that, keep all that, straight trait, that’s the way to go
(clap)

- dustero

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