a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

no rules - glokk40spaz & osamason lyrics

{chorus:glokk40spaz}
you got a issue, be bout that
you {can?} ask me ’bout that, i’m on {?} b*tch shoot back
you on that {?} baby, come back
i love guns, but that sh*t {?}
you grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
play wit’ the mob, n*gga got {empty out?} on the clip stick tack
i do xans wit’ {?} n*gga popping out wit’ the f*cking diamond back
you ain’t got no toolie, baby believe i’m the one that’s tryna get ’em wrapped
ain’t no rules in this babylife sh*t, now that n*gga scared to trap
f*ck it, take them n*ggas off the map, hmm

{verse:glokk40spaz}
love b*tch, come get this vampire bite, b*tch wanna live vampire life
handgun, then we pop him {?}, strap no dyk*
sumo locked up, bj locked up, ju.glizz, 25 n*gga made me cry
i ain’t nevеr been scared to die, i just wanna fly
i said “woah gon’ pop, prolly wouldn’t hurt to try”
i’ma go pop another {gango?}, just to start f*cking a riot
you confusеd, b*tch i’m not no liar
b*tch, i’m {?}
money {?}, atl life, {?} if you got f*ckin’ {?}
what you said, n*gga, i ain’t owe no money n*ggas be lying
i was juggin’ that ho, f*ckin’ that b*tch, what a waste of time

{verse:osamason}
pull up, slaying sh*t, by slime
{?} pour me up sum’ mud
{?} wockhardt line
p*ssy n*ggas know how i do
these ho’s {?} sum’ rockstars
flexing expensive chrome hearts
get more racks than a monarch
yeah, h*lla sticks up, h*lla sticks up, yeah
brand new mac*11, keep yo’ lips stuck, yeah
{?} send some shots, you wildin’
{chorus:glokk40spaz}
you {can?} ask me ’bout that, i’m on {?} b*tch shoot back
you on that {?} baby, come back
i love guns, but that sh*t {?}
you grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
play wit’ the mob, {?} n*gga got {empty out?} on the clip stick tack
i do xans wit’ {?} n*gga popping out wit’ the f*cking diamond back
you ain’t got no toolie, baby believe i’m the one that’s tryna get ’em wrapped
ain’t no rules in this babylife sh*t, now that n*gga scared to trap
f*ck it, take them n*ggas off the map

{verse 2: osamason}
she like, “what you doin’?”
i was count up, flexin’
b*tch ass n*ggas, uh, man i cannot stress it
still a real {?}
feds on my ass, yeah
do that sh*t too fast, yeah
i can’t count my laps, yeah
do a hood down dash, yeah
shooter {?} back, yeah
tats on my {?}, yeah
tats on my abs, yeah
these n*ggas mad, yeah
i don’t even {?}
you can never {?}, yeah
some of these n*ggas dying

- glokk40spaz osamason lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular