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glockboyz teejaee - fat nigga lyrics

[intro]
come on, glockboyz, n_gga
(bang that sh_t)

[verse 1]
yeah, it sound good, but i ain’t never seen you in action
n_ggas see me gettin’ shot at on live and started laughin’
i wasn’t runnin’ from no shots, ran to the chop and got it brackin’
i guess they really need some cash, they out here shakin’ they ass like f_ggots
and then y’all cliquin’ up with dead n_ggas
i’m in a clique that’s full of dead n_ggas, that’s how y’all tryna play it, n_gga?
man, add them boys to the list of dead n_ggas
man, fully automatic glock is entertainin’ like ced, n_gga
not to mention y’all ain’t never in the city, man, come get busy
i heard peanut head always lookin’ for tez, he always with me
i heard them other n_ggas, they wanna k!ll me, why they ain’t did it?
n_ggas was cryin’ like b_tches, i thought that fat n_gga wasn’t livin’
n_ggas claim bodies they didn’t drop, they didn’t
if he my dog, he k!lled your homie, and my mans gave him the alley_oop
n_gga, if not, k never did what he did, i wouldn’t have hurt himself
the city open, we be feedin’ n_ggas bullets, you don’t want me to get to servin’ you

[chorus]
man, that’s facts, n_gga
they like, “d_mn, he be back to back with it”
man, you know i got extra clips for this fat n_gga
[verse 2]
man, n_ggas get to runnin’ low and cliquin’ up on they last
man, we don’t speak on n_ggas who ain’t here, we the reason they dead
man, i ain’t never with a glock, boy, less i’m runnin’ with tez
keep a chop, boy, tryna hit an opp boy right in his head
n_ggas comedians, they funnier than kenan and kel
i ride around, two hundred rounds, plus money for mail
man, master p, we ’bout it, ’bout it, n_gga, chopper style too
n_ggas was happy woo died, n_ggas mad i’m part two
they shot at me, i’m still alive, you gon’ be dead, we catch you
see, you don’t know, so i’ma tell you, we got them boys movin’ swift
n_ggas know when they slip up, we shoot ’em right inside they sh_t
man, ain’t no ones droppin’ bodies i could call you got from sprint
she know he shot her n_gga down, dame couldn’t get her off his d_ck
got twenty_three and this b_tch came with a flash, who want a pic? (who want a pic?)
n_gga, i feel like shootin’ somethin’
man, call the opps, tell them meet me on plymouth and hubbell
man, i want ant, probably peso, we got drums and money
feel like we finna go to the studio, we tryna drop somethin’
n_gga, ayy, we tryna pop somethin’
shoot his ass up so many times, go call a doc’ for him
n_gga, play with him, lay with him, boy, i’ll blow them socks for you
n_gga, glockboyz’ll turn the city up, man, give the opps [?]
beefin’, i ain’t never seen you out, man, with you, i had [?]
rappin’ n_ggas stealin’ on my name and say i’m lyin’
man fast breakin’ n_ggas stayin’ out the way just like lebron
man, every day, them n_ggas dm me like fans, i get tired of it (i get tired of that sh_t)
[chorus]
man, that’s facts, n_gga
they like, “d_mn, he be back to back with it”
man, you know i got extra clips for this fat n_gga

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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