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heart not humor - glokk40spaz lyrics

[intro]
gang, yah
spaz, spaz, spaz
you ain’t talking ’bout glocks, you ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
you ain’t talking ’bout sh*t, n*gga
oh, yuh, gang

[verse]
re*up, i need a new whip for the cookie
i shoot with a grin and you shoot like a rookie
i ain’t going bad, keep the fye in here tucking
with k!llers and robbers, the f*ck is she looking?
we pull his top out with banana clip cooking, the block got hot cause lil 40 good looking
remember them n*ggas used to over look me
back in the trap, i had to get to hooking
trap with the 30, get back, i ain’t lookin and 40 cutthroat, n*gga, i be cutting
spot his ass, pin his ass down like a b*tton
strapped up, n*gga, you know i ain’t hugging
pull out the rocket, why that n*gga touching?
fill ’em with led, turn his body to stuffing
glock on me, blow his ass down like a m*ffin
50 round on me, n*gga, i be drumming
dolce gabbana, n*gga, i be suited and wе in the f*cking field just like a tutor
back in thе chain, i was fighting my unit, the gas so loud, the trap done got polluted
it’s hard to be faithful, told her i’m just human
ain’t getting no 9*5, sticking with music
ran up on me then that n*gga left wounded
boy tried to rob me, n*gga, is ya stupid?
playboy bunny, n*gga, i got swiftness
we whipping the crack babies in the kitchen
southside baby, we ain’t finna kick it
i f*ck her and dip, my n*gga, we ain’t sticking
n*gga did dirt, got caught now he benching
the trap got kick, n*gga, we ain’t picking
make her and break her, i ain’t loving no b*tches
throw the sack off, a n*gga cherry picking
n*ggas be switching, sticking with the 50
i up the pole on ’em, why he lookin iffy?
bad lil’ hispanic bit’ tryna get with me
them n*ggas wan’ k!ll me, tell ’em come get with me
the glock get to singing, i ain’t talking whitney
skinny jeans on me, you can see the bl!cky
walk in the trap, i’m feelin kinda tipsy
hop out the van, it getting kinda windy
n*gga be snitching just to see a penny
send me to h*ll for a n*gga go tell and i’m feelin like nudy
rudy gang, n*gga, rip to rudy
let out the rounds on, why he getting trulie
you want a job? my n*ggas overruling
get the f*ck down cause kilo got to shooting
we got the double barrel, we get to moving
i’m in the trap with them k!llers, ebg spaz on the block with them dealers
can’t come to the hood, we don’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas
he feelin that high, we gon’ see how he feeling
he not in the field, he a tutor (tutor)
i walk in the store, finna check on my shooter
these n*ggas wan’ beef on computers (b*tch)
the d*ck on my gun hangin’ out like a tumor (yeah)
her ass so fat, don’t suit her
she eat the d*ck up so you know i’ma use it
and the dope getting out like a muhf*ckin’ rumor
i’m eyeing his ass like a muhf*ckin’ blooper
.45 in my hand gun him down like a trooper
she got 4 kids, she a muhf*ckin’ cougar
i wake the block up with a glock like a rooster
don’t run up, my n*ggas got heart not humor (yeah)
[outro]
no cap, lil’ n*gga, stop playin games lil’ n*gga (yeah)

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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