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glockboyz teejaee - politics كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah (ooh, austin)
boy
still inside them— with them—
another rap n_gga hatin’ on the gang, we finna rob him (we finna rob him)
boy

[verse]
still inside them trenches with them rockets (come on)
another rap n_gga hatin’ on us, we probably robbed him (we probably robbed him)
or probably finna rob him
you come around and these n_ggas start sweatin’ like it’s a sauna (ooh)
any n_gga who be hopin’ the opps pop
on my mama, i pray to god that you and all them n_ggas die
bankroll fresh, i’ll probably go out swingin’ on my chop
it’s all there, you pull up on me, we got a hundred of them shots, n_gga
why would i hang around some cornb_lls? (boy)
i could post how i’m just livin’, n_ggas’d think that i was showin’ off
i’m out of town by my d_mn self, it’s still goin’ down
been postin’ on the block thuggin’, i thought that y’all was tired of mines
every timе the sun come out, we bring thеm guns out (we bring them guns out)
all i gotta do is point, them boys gon’ bring ’em out (baow, baow)
free the guys, they gon’ be sick when they hear josh out (when they hear josh out)
i’m ridin’ ’round with my uncle moe, and you know he’ll hop out (you know he’ll hop out)
and start blowin’ bl!cky (and start blowin’ bl!cky)
i catch you f_ckin’ with the opps, you might as well just diss me
he tried to run, them boys hopped out and his back like ricky (yeah)
i got a b_tch who be with y’all, i know she lowkey miss me (i know she lowkey miss me)
we still on the block, choppers and them glocks (yeah)
police keep ridin’ by, you know the spot so hot (yeah, the spot so hot)
we the mob, you go against us, then you gotta die (yeah, you gotta die)
every n_gga who go against the grain gon’ get the lullaby (gon’ get a lullaby)
you p_ss me off, i snap my fingers, it be bedtime (and it be bedtime)
free my brother jmoe out them jails, they gave him fed time (they gave him fed time)
this b_tch used to try to hoe me, she give me head now (she give me head now)
i used to be like, “free my n_gga boogs”, i say red now (free my n_gga)
them guns start goin’ off, it’s gon’ be hard to miss you (it’s gon’ be hard to miss you)
when me and the gang get on tip, we ain’t even gotta diss you (we ain’t even gotta diss you)
we gon’ pull up on you, baow, let them b_tches hit you (let them b_tches hit you)
we got full magazines, boy, come get your issue (come get your issue)
it ain’t sh_t to drop a bag and get some guns (boy)
we don’t even gotta get mad, my dog’ll k!ll your ass for fun
but von said he bounced out, bl!cked his ass out, know why he run
i’m ridin’ around with real dog, he bounce out, leave your ass in blood, n_gga
yeah
now i see why n_ggas hate us, we the westside terrorists (we the westside terrorists)
we ain’t scared to tell a n_gga how we really feelin’ (how we really feelin’)
we ain’t scared to tell no n_gga we gon’ really him (baow)

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