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see y'all again - glokk40spaz lyrics

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[intro]
mmm, yeah
n*gga, bandgang, n*gga, you scared of us
(chapo)
n*gga’s scared, mmm, yeah
(laides and gentleman, my main man, jaimoe)

[pre*chorus]
yuh, yall n*ggas come around, with that .30 round, n*gga we’ll let that bih’ blow
babylife pull up, make ’em postpone his show
i got the strap on me, come to the party with more than a huncho
green goin’ bad, i gotta get this sh*t gone
knew i was finna hit the biggest l!ck of my life, call verizon, told ’em turn on my phone
babylife, vampire, n*gga, come and we’ll take you down, know this sh*t gunsmoke
and it’s f*ck twelve, free bj and sumo, i just wan’ my brothers to come home
i put my glock to this f*ck n*gga, n*gga you can’t come to the block, you unknown
i got this glock in my pocket and i can just blow it, ain’t gotta reload

[chorus]
yah, f*ck that b*tch,i went first bank with the b*tch, ain’t tryna do nothin’ else
smoke a opp, put ’em on the top shelf
bl, smokin’ more than just top shelf
i had to just stab a vampire back, n*gga talkin’ to the d*mn jakes
glock in my pocket, n*gga, bust at his ass, n*gga, hit his face just like steak
i do whatever i want, n*gga, i ain’t even go to atlanta, i’ll still be brave

[verse]
posted at the station with sumo, we tryna catch us a play
huh, we ’bout to** we tryna make us a way
i just shot a boy in his face, i’m in the woods with the stick, n*gga stop a earthquake
whoa, don’t touch him, that’s my body
i’m finna pop that boy, just told ‘im
i had a .40, but n*gga, like do she believe me?
i ain’t playin’ games with these dumbass hoes, n*gga f*ck yo’ man, f*ck steven
pop*out at night with that glock, just like jeeper creepers
i got good aim, n*gga, gon’ blitz on they godd*mn team
talk to my whoa on the jail phone, n*gga, i’ll see ya’ll again
i’m the b*whoa, n*gga i don’t got no friends

[pre*chorus]
yuh, yall n*ggas come around, with that .30 round, n*gga we’ll let that bih’ blow
babylife pull up make ’em postpone his show
i got the strap on me, come to the party with more than a huncho
green goin’ bad, i gotta get this sh*t gone
knew i was finna hit the biggest l!ck of my life, call verizon, told ’em turn on my phone
babylife, vampire, n*gga, come and we’ll take you down, know this sh*t gunsmoke
and it’s f*ck twelve, free bj and sumo, i just wan’ my brothers to come home
i put my glock to this f*ck n*gga, n*gga you can’t come to the block, you unknown
i got this glock in my pocket and i can just blow it, ain’t gotta reload

[chorus]
yah, f*ck that b*tch,i went first bank with the b*tch, ain’t tryna do nothin’ else
smoke a opp, put ’em on the top shelf
bl, smokin’ more than just top shelf
i had to just stab a vampire back, n*gga talkin’ to the d*mn jakes
glock in my pocket, n*gga, bust at his ass, n*gga, hit his face just like steak
i do whatever i want, n*gga, i ain’t even go to atlanta, i’ll still be great
[refrain]
babylife, vampire, n*gga, come and we’ll take you down, know this sh*t gunsmoke
and it’s f*ck twelve, free bj and sumo, i just wan’ my brothers to come home
i put my glock to this f*ck n*gga, n*gga you can’t come to the block, you unknown
i got this glock in my pocket and i can just blow it, ain’t gotta reload

[outro]
i do whatever i want, n*gga, i ain’t even go to atlanta, i’ll still be great
posted at the station with sumo, we tryna catch us a play
huh, we ’bout to** we tryna make us a way
i just shot a boy in his face, i’m in the woods with the stick, n*gga stop a earthquake
whoa, don’t touch him, that’s my body
i’m finna pop that boy, just told ‘im
i had a .40, but n*gga, like do she believe me?
i ain’t playin’ games with these dumbass hoes, n*gga f*ck yo’ man, f*ck steven
pop*out at night with that glock, just like jeeper creepers
i got good aim, n*gga, gon’ blitz on they godd*mn team
talk to my whoa on the jail phone, n*gga, i’ll see ya’ll again
i’m the b*whoa, n*gga i don’t got no friends
yuh, yall n*ggas come around, with that .30 round, n*gga we’ll let that bih’ blow
babylife pull up, make ’em postpone his show

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