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glockboyz teejaee - streets talking كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
glockboyz, n_gga
you know the vibes, n_gga
and i rap good as h_ll
come on
n_gga

[chorus]
n_gga, we got the streets talking
i was just in jail, back hurtin’, in my tossin’
i keep on losin’ count on blues like i’m r_t_rded
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden

[verse 1]
you probably seen n_ggas dyin’ on your phone
we wake up and watch the news and drop a six like a song
my grandma seen me with them guns, my auntie know what i be on
we ride around, two hundred shots, ain’t no need to use our phone
we got a couple different chops, every skit we like to switch it
i got a b_tton on the glock, shoot fast as h_ll when i hit it
my n_gga facin’ twenty_five, and i know he really did it
i meant to say i don’t know sh_t, he gon’ be home in a minute
i’m in that coupe flyin’, d_mn near lost control, where my stick?
mr. wack jumper, he’ll set the play on you and get an assist
say it’s money on your head, and we gon’ see about that sh_t
love to bust guns, bando probably cry if he miss (cry if he miss)
[chorus]
n_gga, we got the streets talking
i was just in jail, back hurtin’, in my tossin’
i keep on losin’ count on blues like i’m r_t_rded
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden
you said that n_gga died? well, we probably did that
drop a hundred on n_ggas, can’t get they l!ck back
them b_tches jumpin’ in your whip, ain’t sendin’ sh_t back
in the hood with two p’s, want your life, we come and get that (n_gga)

[verse 2]
used to hoop, now i shoot this lil’ gun
sad to say when we slidin’ only time we havin’ fun
they won’t let us in with strap, we won’t come inside the club
he said, “hit him in his cap, i’d throw you an extra dub”
see, i just made another hit, y’all was thinkin’ i made a hit
n_ggas know i don’t like dog, but i bet he don’t make a diss
my n_ggas don’t even rap, they get retarted with they sh_t
gave him thirty, i know he p_ssed, i heard his daughter was in that b_tch, n_gga
we ain’t trippin’ on no problems, we be k!lling, we the k!llers
ain’t no n_ggas in the city who be steppin’ like my n_ggas
n_gga, the hood like the zoo, and our spot full of gorillas
i get mad and grab my gun, he gon’ tell you how i’m feelin’, n_gga
my n_gga, i ain’t shot a jumper in a minute
but we still scorin’ baskets, ain’t your mans independent?
i was laughin’ when i heard, wish i can tell you how he did it
saw you cryin’ on the ‘gram, you gon’ be with him in a minute, n_gga (you gon’ be with him in a minute, n_gga)
[chorus]
n_gga, we got the streets talking
i was just in jail, back hurtin’, in my tossin’
i keep on losin’ count on blues like i’m r_t_rded
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden
in and out of town with numbers on me like i’m james harden
you said that n_gga died? well, we probably did that
drop a hundred on n_ggas, can’t get they l!ck back
them b_tches jumpin’ in your whip, ain’t sendin’ sh_t back
in the hood with two p’s, want your life, we come and get that (ayy)

- glockboyz teejaee

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