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egyptian codes - glokk40spaz lyrics

[chorus]
huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, i ain’t even goin’ for nun’
babylife oso, b*tch, i’m the real one
babywhoa, die ’bout this 76 sh*t ’til i’m gone
don sensei flip through them blocks ’til they bones
egyptian codes on that new glock like rosetta stone
we can’t hang with no fake gangsters, we just ain’t gon’ get along
beat her boyfriend ass, now this ho wan’ call me babywhoa
scr*p the f*ck up and i hang with my double o
clip hold a 13, my sh*t only ocho
shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, sh*t threw the backdoor
we got extra clip to fit this glock, this on bro
take ya ass backstage, better do not put on no show
she like cascade, but it’s 30d whoa

[verse]
n*gga, never made no money, n*gga, this a new day
pull out that glock and eat you like souffle
hit it hot, live bleedin’, n*gga, with this drac’
pull out that sh*t, you better b*tter his cake
all of my brothers, sh*t, don’t feel okay
and until i see sumo, n*gga, i ain’t gon’ play
i should’ve knew it, shawty been talkin’ to them d*mn jakes
i be with n*ggas that pray to [?]
wouldn’t even think about gettin’ in they way
pull up that fire, he think i run the fade
you better know that this glock 40 in my name
give that ho d*ck, she gon’ take that pain
his ass’ gon get flipped, he goin’ gainst that grain
h*ll nah we can’t lnk, i must just sn*tch your chain
he keep ridin’ fishbowl, n*gga, we got aim
[chorus]
huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, i ain’t even goin’ for nun’
babylife oso, b*tch, i’m the real one
babywhoa, die ’bout this 76 sh*t ’til i’m gone
don sensei flip through them blocks ’til they bones
egyptian codes on that new glock like rosetta stone
we can’t hang with no fake gangsters, we just ain’t gon’ get along
beat her boyfriend ass, now this ho wan’ call me babywhoa
scr*p the f*ck up and i hang with my double o
clip hold a 13, my sh*t only ocho
shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, sh*t threw the backdoor
we got extra clip to fit this glock, this on bro
take ya ass backstage, better do not put on no show
she like cascade, but it’s 30d whoa
huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, i ain’t even goin’ for nun’
babylife oso, b*tch, i’m the real one
babywhoa, die ’bout this 76 sh*t ’til i’m gone
don sensei flip through them blocks ’til they bones
egyptian codes on that new glock like rosetta stone
we can’t hang with no fake gangsters, we just ain’t gon’ get along
beat her boyfriend ass, now this ho wan’ call me babywhoa
scr*p the f*ck up and i hang with my double o
clip hold a 13, my sh*t only ocho
shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, sh*t threw the backdoor
we got extra clip to fit this glock, this on bro
take ya ass backstage, better do not put on no show
she like cascade, but it’s 30d whoa
[outro]
n*gga
young n*gga slidin’ through
babylife and mob sh*t, who the f*ck is you?
babylife business, n*gga, he can’t be in this loop
gen5 on me, shootin like the d*mn troop
bullet hit, his top lip, he missin’ a tooth
open up the moshpits, n*gga, f*ck juju
f*ckin’ on a opp, bit’, told my whoa that it cool
you’ll beat the n*gga ass, right out of school
i can look in yo eyes, n*gga, tell that you ain’t gon’ shoot
now he ran back, n*gga, when we hop out that coupe
put a d*ck on my glock, call that bit’ fruit loops

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