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don't front yo move - glockboy bobo lyrics

don’t front yo move lyrics
[intro]
uh
uh
yeah, man, they know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
uh

[verse]
don’t front your move (don’t front your move)
glock got switchy, up this b*tch, it blast (blah)
soon as we pass opps, we roll ’em up, that sh*t be gas (p*ssy)
i can’t f*ck on hoes i used to f*ck, them b*tches trash (them b*tches)
send a b*tch his way, he gon’ drop lo’ for that lil’ ass (f*ckin’ goofy)
man, f*ck the opps, whenever they ‘net beef, we bend through block (uh)
ain’t no peace treaty with no n*gga, once it’s up, we come send shots (brrt)
dee c*ck the glock, when this b*tch blast, clay on the side, a switch went off
k!lled they only slider and they ain’t slide for him, sh*t threw me off
pop a perc’ tonight ’cause she want drug s*x, but she like act’ (freak b*tch)
ain’t no b*tch gon’ play with me, i cut her off, b*tch, i’m the catch (uh)
can’t believe how soft these n*ggas is, but turnt up on the ‘net (man, these n*ggas b*tches)
the trenches crazy, seent it all, but i’m paranoid, i’m at my back (go)
them xds decent, ain’t no b*tton on the back, though, we don’t cop those (brrt)
he had a threesome with two b*tches, d*mn near ate, but they block hoes (bop)
took his switch, he tried to trade, i ain’t no snake, but he backdoored (goofy)
tell them pretty hoes to be cool and stay in they lane ’cause i pop hoes (uh)
went to the feds, bob left me, that sh*t hurt my heart (bobby)
come through this block doin’ more than thirty, we gon’ flip them f*ckin’ cars
i had a fifty on my switch, glock shot like thirty*five
won’t throw no pipes in no high*speeds, might have to up that b*tch and blast
you got the city turnt as in the ‘raq, you f*ckin’ lyin’ (goofy)
f*cked three hoes off clubhouse this week, they very fine
two*four in my glizzy, b*tch, i shoot like kobe bryant (uh)
i can’t get up if that sh*t stink, don’t give no f*ck if she was fine (mwah)
he went to jail and duck that smoke, we k!ll his only friends (b*tch)
don’t want that p*ssy, b*tch, if you gon’ post on onlyfans (uh)
ko called and said the opps out, sh*t, we spinned again (sh*t ain’t sh*t)
she f*cked me, mo, and wooski, how that b*tch a ten? (goofy)
caught him loafin’ with his g*lock, he ain’t even get no shots off (brrt, brrt)
catch any factor, smoke his ass, on foenem, switch the glock off
bend they block, hop out on feet, i bet ain’t sh*t gon’ pop off (you know that)
they tryna troll, but they don’t never slide, that sh*t be knockoff (know that)

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