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freddy vs jason - glockboyz teejaee lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah (come on, kid)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
used to walk through the hood, now i just run it
anything that you can do inside the ghetto, we done done it
from beatin’ n*ggas’ ass to shootin’ guns, gettin’ money
i done sleep inside the trap with all the guys, that’s why we brothers
n*gga play with us, then we gon’ play with you, they call us childish
f*ck a b*tch, drop her off, grab another ho and rewind it
real n*ggas come in the room, everybody turn silent
these n*ggas act like hoes, livin’ a double life, miley cyrus

[verse 2: the godfather]
we gon’ get the lo’, then sell this b*tch fast, that’s the assignment
b*tch, these big stones, you can see the gloss on every diamond
in the jungle with the chopper, this b*tch roarin’ like a lion
i got real bodies, boy, and more stripes than a tiger
who is that? hit the brakes, i’m ’bout to k!ll his ass
pooh shiesty do not stop sh*t, this b*tch go through a mask
put the money through the money counter, then count the cash
wet him up and make him drown in blood like he took a bath

[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy, kick your b*tch
out my section with her stankin’ ass
rat hoes don’t get a word, bad b*tches come to the pad
you so broke, you tell a ho you got some money, she’d probably laugh
ask the guys, i’d make a fifty and spend that sh*t so fast
make it right back
this is not no straight a, this a track
she called me broke, so i face timed her and showed that ho some racks
fully automatic, it’s just me and brodie in the h*llcat (n*gga)
they caught your dog and hit him one time where his head at
[verse 4: the godfather]
if you seen what i seen, you’d probably tell ’cause you a rat
in a long sleeve trailin’ three strikers in the back
got my own cheese, i could put like thirty on your cap
i just loaded up a drum, i’m finna take it where they at
it’s just me and glock, we got two glocks, they automatic

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee & the godfather]
i got a hundred shots, he got a hundred shots, we finna match
we just hit the block, and all these choppers sound like iraq
then hit the club with them guns, they put us out, we came back
we finna k!ll they ass, spinnin’ back to back
she got the fattest ass, i got her with them k!llers in the ‘lac
’cause she gon’ stash the bag
walk with don, you try to duck his head, we shot him through the glass
can’t hang with us without gettin’ that v, gon’ make them k!llers mad
we came from nothin’, it’s only right we got our pockets right
i’m in new york’ll stab you in your neck, i got a pocket knife (yeah)
we at the pad countin’ it up, she tryna start a fight
you gotta leave, was finna bust your ass and let you spend the night

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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