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send me to hell if i tell - glokk40spaz lyrics

[chorus]
send me to h*ll if i talk to police
get the lo then im dippin off to the back skreet
grab the glizzy and shoot give a f*ck bout no beat
ima real trap n*gga keep that sh*t in the skreet
and brung that hoe around man that hoe p*ssy was weak
man that boy ain’t [?] he ion trust a tree
in the trap with the gang kickin sh*t in these cleats
man i shoot this b*tch up b*tch you better not peak (better not peak gang, yeah)
my clippers so fulled of them hollow tips
im at the back of the alley way poppin sh*t
they tried to lock me and i took out the lock smith
if 12 behind me put the glock in thе c*ckpit
spank ya b*tch and then she say she lovе netflix
she said she love me but i already read this
me and velly on columbia drive
tryna catch us a opp but he won’t come out side
he scared
pop out that cut like b*tch who there?
gdk died [?] f*ck pooh bear
and he ain’t finna pop sh*t f*ck who stare
glizzy for glizzy let make this fair
and dont come to the trap man i wish you would dare
and she f*ck with the kid bring that hoe to my lair
put that d*ck on her i slay her
i break down that hoe and she think i might pay her
fell in love with the skreets n*gga lets be fair
and she said she can’t stand me i gave her a chair
and i let that hoe go what the f*ck do i care?
and i came from the hood ion even wanna share
gave my hoe to my bro know i kept that sh*t player
bought some polo boxers put the glizzy in there
i got bodys with me flock with pigeons in here
gotta ig model let me pull on her hair
i beat the pack up then i get the sh*t outta here
ion need no dam help im rocking by myself
i ain’t talkin bout no trophy i put you on that shelf
know some homies not right but i beheaded left
and that 4ch solid sh*t that life or death
and the gucci protect from the fendi belt (yeah, yeah)
grind with no set, weapons i ride with protection
know i keep 30s and weapons (glocks)
slide with the tecs (tecs)
smith and wesson (gang)
play with us then we get reckless (reckless)
slide the dimension (gang)
slide with that glock ain’t no pressure (huh?)
protected by k!llers them boys in the hood
if he talk to police he gone catch em a slug
he ain walk threw the cut cause he knew what it was
i f*ck on these b*tches dont do the love
and my pack prolly fat as a pug
she dont what to do then she shrug
only person i figure to jug
free shotta25 thats my blud
go.unna with me that my clud
got the fye straight out the mud
got the henny in here we gon chug
put the glizzy up under the rug
and im with my lil babylife 42dugg
we go back to trap take a look at my mug
another headshot to his eye make him run
please dont try ebg cause we all got guns
my glizzy to took that sh*t out the sun
my pull out game crazy b*tch that ain’t my son (gang)

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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