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glockboyz teejaee - promo كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
this street sh_t’ll get— n_gga
glockboyz, n_gga
boy
(keep it up, sharkboy)

[verse 1]
this street sh_t get serious, we ain’t come to play no games (yeah)
i don’t know ’bout you and yours, but me and mine tryna get fame
we was bustin’ n_ggas’ heads, takin’ glasses before the fame
we probably still’ll slime you out, it’s just different ’cause sh_t done changed
everybody know my face, it be hard for me to do my thing
can barely run my game on a b_tch because she know my name
you don’t know how sh_t feel, your dog die, and his family sayin’ y’all to blame
we used to leave ‘еm at the crib and now we ride with k’s (wе ride with k’s now)
my n_ggas grew up in the streets, we all thuggin’, pistol poppin’
my brother hit the club, we still poppin’
ask about me in the hood, they’ll probably tell you i keep the rocket
they’ll probably tell you, “he was playin’ with my money”, somebody shot him (baow)
they can’t believe this sh_t i did and i done saw it
free my dog, they got him down for a body, i want him off
i would’ve just gps’ed myself to the money, then i got lost
i’m out the way countin’ up forty all blues in the loft

[chorus]
i’m usually there trappin’ to beat my way from out the hood
we had came up doin’ the worst, but now we livin’ good (now we livin’ good)
if i ain’t rap, i wouldn’t have moved, n_gga, i love the hood
i still can pull up where i grew up, they gon’ treat me good
i wake up thinkin’ ’bout that bankroll, that money callin’
even though that i’m a rapper, my dog a real artist
that boy’ll paint your shirt red like you work at target (yeah)
just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[verse 2]
all blues inside my pocket, i just made these
in the mall splashin’, ballin’ like kd
i’m the type of n_gga go to the club, they don’t even search me (they don’t even search me)
the biggest ball, sh_t p_ss me off and they gon’ hurt you
sprite dirty, can’t see the bottom of my cup
you the type to run up a ten and don’t make sh_t else for months
i’m the type to make a ten and spend it all before i put it up
i heard you be thinkin’ i be cappin’, n_gga, test your luck (n_gga, test your luck)
my n_ggas dangerous, use a pistol, then exchange it
we the type to see a rapper and when we leave, he be chainless
they tried to pat me at the club, so i left, i got my stainless
i end up goin’ back, forgot that they had paid me
high as h_ll off of them drugs, my mama told me loosen up
my daddy told me that i need to put down my cup
i ain’t textin’ back, he could’ve at least had said, “what up?”
you don’t know how i’ve been feelin’, how you gon’ tell me ’bout some drugs, n_gga?
it get hot inside that kitchen
they said the street sh_t watered down ’cause all the n_ggas turn into b_tches
they said the street sh_t watered down ’cause n_ggas shootin’ and snitchin’
my n_gga boogz said he can clear the whole room, he got vision, n_gga

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