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bad relations - glokk40spaz lyrics

[intro]
yeah
hm, hm
woah
(don’t play with him)
woah
(chapo)

[verse]
we ain’t havin’ regular guns, n*gga stop tryin’ us
we ain’t havin’ regular drugs, n*ggas not high as us, hm, yeah
n*gga talkin’ to police? get k!lled, i don’t give a f*ck
ya’ll n*ggas ain’t stepping on nun’, this real za’ f*cked up my lungs
yeah, we gon’ catch his ass if he running from us, it ain’t nun’ to get him
dropped a 20 ball it was nun’ but like 5 figures
i be treatin’ b*tches like the spare tires on a bicycle
and you know you need me, i’m the only one that make you feel different
my name babywoah and i got real k!lla’s
my life growin’ up, i’m lookin’ up to all the drug dealers
all the gun*poppers, all the real robbers
babylife sh*t, i’m the shot caller
and i f*ck the b*tch and i had popped my collar
she gon’ f*ck for free, she won’t give no dollar
my name gl4, it was my decision to go mob n*gga when i was locked up
when i was locked up, i had to get right, couldn’t get boxed up
told my woah if i [saw him dead?], then i’ll prolly’ go back to robbin’
told my woah if i gotta’ go on a k!lling spree, i’ma go and off ’em
need a real milli’, real offer
she got good head, a real topper
i know he f*ck with 12, he talk to coppa’s
i had gave the b*tch 3 chances when she with me, like a genie in a f*ckin’ bottle
lil’ glokk, goin’ full throttle
i’m dehydrated, where the agua?
this big g40, what’s your problem?
and i know this sh*t ain’t perfect, can’t have a bad relationship with my momma
every week i be touching more commas
[verse 2]
ya’ll n*ggas scared of us and we see it in you
got extensions on her, this a nice bl!cky
blue hundreds in ma’ pocket, not crippin’
real deal woah, .76 stepper
and i shoot the glock like airbender
i just live life and it get better
i to real*right to send a real message
i don’t do fights, heat in my leather
balenciaga on my slides, sh*ll catcher on a stick when that n*gga slide
i never counted on you in the first place, i knew yo’ ass wasn’t gon’ ride
when i was locked up n*gga, i had a bad day
look at the size of my knife
f*ck the system, i’m on ha
stay yo’ ass there, this sh*t gon’ be fine

[outro* slowed]
ha
yea, when i put the dracos on ’em, they be runnin’ from ’em
never sayin’ nun’, i’m in that dungeon, wit’ k!llers that be tryna’ hang sum’
and my backyard is protected but my back, yea this sh*t vlone
on my momma’ gon’ whack one if they touch us, pull the yhoppa out and they start runnin’
[when you?] smoke wit’ baby, we beat a n*gga ass in the corner
yeah, all the woah’s* we run his dorm
hm, i been babylife before i was born
i couldn’t f*ck that ho no more, she was boring
pop a perc at night, tre 5 in the morning
geeked up off xanny bars, n*gga be snoring

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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