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bi polar - glokk40spaz lyrics

[chorus]
i be thuggin with the mob this sh*t not ok, huh
i’m goin 76 about my whoas
he thought he was gangster took the stand and told
im thuggin put fire on that n*gga acting like he bold
strike has ass for a fifty bark it on em
this not timmy turner know this racket on me, play with them vamps get his ass gone
stick in the lambo do the b*tterfly effect
i watch the audi i8 take off like a jet, swear the glock like a dog call this bit’ my pet
we not in the wrong give me my respect
got the glock in my palm, angel with a tec
the bullet don’t ricochet likе it reflect, if my whoa’s say i gotta get you thеn its that
and you know this sh*t la familia take yo check
if its a city girl and she living a silly world
f*ck i look like p*ssy?, i ain’t buy no b*tch no pearls, huh
b*tch talm bout she love me, b*tch you finna make me hurl
baby, make cum you needa hurry up, huh drink my nut and call it cereal
i put a hole in that n*gga cheerio, i bought the b*tch’s gucci bag to cheer her up
im with some mexicans ,they caught them lacking eat that boy like churros
that boy had like 50 grams then left with 0
outta my rear call me subzero, ya partna’ got robbed just don’t be no hero
i need a babyebg and long live kyra mira
i’m on 10 n*gga how i feel you?
bit’ go ballistic i call that hoe kira
that bit’ she so tempted to break my d*mn mirror
these hoes get on my nerves had to go talk to siri
why you don’t call me lil bj i promise i’ll pick up the phone
i just wanna talk to kyra so i can tell her i love her she told me that i’m never wrong, huh
i’m on the east side in a brick
we leavin ya momma crying and throwin a fit
they say it’s hunnids shots behind the mist
if you ever came back to life you’ll be p*ssed
them n*ggas that say that they love you they ain’t do sh*t
n*gga you dead in a ditch while i’m on the gram poppin’ my sh*t
on ig live with a 30 round clip
get [?] for somebody go missing
ebg band gang we don’t celebrate christmas
we get anything we f*cking want, we ain’t asking no b*tches
i pop out with that all black pump
use to ride in ubers, put it in the trunk
when they ask me what it was i said it junk
i want money grow on trees, want better stuff
i wanna thousand bad b*tches f*cking us
boyfriend played you, baby tuff luck
do what i got to but she gon’ f*ck some
know she gon’ f*ck the gang we not gon’ judge
that lil hoe be sucking d*ck with out that grudge
that boy shooting blank bullets like peach f*dg*
we slide in a tank he knew what it was

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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