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glokk40spaz & go.unna – close range كلمات اغاني

refrain
_ finna take off with an eighth on these n_ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh_t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi_automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b_tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n_ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do)
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
i love dj grenade

oh yeah
(huh? huh?)
thеy don’t know nun’ ’bout this sh_t, n_gga
(f_ck n_gga, twin glocks, n_gga, 709 sh_t, n_gga)
twin glock sh_t, n_gga
(big nino)
with that nina, for real
(coa to the death of mе, on god)
oh yeah
coa

chorus
two glocks, walk down, won’t play (play)
three deep, two glocks, one k (k)
close range, knock a n_gga toupee (‘pee)
don’t run, walk down, too late (on god)
i don’t got time to go play with these n_ggas (h_ll nah)
f_ck it, let’s load up the k on these n_ggas (let’s load)
stompin’ on that, b_tch, i stay on these n_ggas (okay)
i’m finna take off with an eighth on these n_ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh_t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi_automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b_tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n_ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do)
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
verse 1: go.unna
semi_automatic (‘matic)
come to crystal lakes, this sh_t can get tragic (on god)
got my own way and my money be stackin’ (it’s havin’)
rubber band man and my pockets, i’m havin’ (i’m havin’)
all of my n_ggas, the gang, yeah, the faction (faction)
rock life fit, so i’m trappin’ in fashion (the fashion)
if you want a verse or a pack then i’m taxin (ya’ lackin’)
your life wasn’t for me, i just had to pass ya’ (on god)
yeah, we them better guys, f_ck berretta guys
bang the glizzy as exercise (on god)
and the sh_t that we do, we don’t televise (why not)
why the f_ck are these rap n_ggas tellin lies? (lies)
kick the hoes out the trap, they was gettin’ high (high)
tryna f_ck for a gram, b_tch, you gettin’ by (by)
these n_ggas want me dead, why i grip the fire (fire)
said you takin’ me off, you a f_ckin’ lie (lie)
i’m makin’ money, they thinkin’ it’s funny, you know that this trappin’ ain’t never stop (it ain’t never stop)
double g, glizzy, gangster, you know that i’m glidin’ (glidin’)
tell a n_gga what’s crackin’, let’s get it poppin’ (let’s pop)
got a drum in a pole i can’t wait to c_ck (on god)
clean fit, but the dirty stick in my pocket (what’s goin’)
they like, “what type of pole you got in your pocket?”
i can’t wait to show ’em it’s a f_ckin’ rocket

chorus
two glocks, walk down, won’t play (play)
three deep, two glocks, one k (k)
close range, knock a n_gga toupee (‘pee)
don’t run, walk down, too late (on god)
i don’t got time to go play with these n_ggas (h_ll nah)
f_ck it, let’s load up the k on these n_ggas (lah_lay)
stompin’ on that, b_tch, i stay on these n_ggas (okay)
i’m finna take off with an eighth on these n_ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh_t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi_automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b_tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n_ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do) [it’s dj grenade!]
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
verse 2: glokk40spaz
pull out that fire and go stupid (whoa)
we put ’em up to be [?] (whoa)
slap ’em with the fire, these p_ssy n_ggas goofy (grr, grr)
prolly finna cry ’cause i just banged my ruger (grr, grr)
30 gang, pop out ’bout my whoa (gang)
i f_ck different b_tches, n_gga, this old soul (soul, n_gga)
pull out the glock, pop a n_gga, they get low (low, n_gga)
pull up, pocket rocket, n_gga, we on go (bang, bang)
shoot a b_tch close range, ’cause we with sumo (bang)
lil’ boy get a million views and steal my flow (mili’)
free lil’ bj, i call him g.i. joe (bj)
i pop out ’bout 30, know i’m in my mode (grr)
b_tch i hang with the gang, you know we got that road (grr, grr)
shawty washed up, can’t even f_ck that pole (grr)
real don dada, or the real old soul (grr)
she call me her papa but i move like pope (grr)
we poppin’ at p_ssy n_ggas, ain’t no joke (joke)
i’m the real vampire, and we shoot at goats (vampire)
screamin’ out “glokk”, crackers just like “go” (scram)
shoot at that boy just to see his soul float (soul, float)

- glokk40spaz go unna

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