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talkin' - nba glocca lyrics

[intro]
b*tch you a hoe
stop talkin
rubber bands in my hand
brrt

[verse 1]
i heard that n*gga talking, he chatting out his breath
n*ggas act tough when they opp ain’t around
this glock get to firin, who tf gon talk now
playin 2k, b*tch you know imaa shoota
n*gga be cappin, slide on that n*gga
cop me a drac, put the food on the plate
we ain’t eating mcdonalds’, we eating homemade
when you get me mad, ima crash in dis b*tch
get me a b*tch then i cheat on the b*tch
do the running back, b*tch i’m not comin back
paramedics in the spot, he juss got racked (on god)
don’t breathe in my face b*tch yo breath stink
got me video of me doing it, ain’t no picc
b*tch shut the f*ck up, you cannot cuss
the only stеppa’s that i know, just know they ain’t no hoes
get somе racks, got me pack (skrrrrrt)
scatpack, want me some kids, so i gotta feed her
come in the show, they want me to eat her
eat the p*ssy then i gave her the d*ck
wait till midnight to get this pipe
don’t question me or i’ll take ur life
i be talkin god asking for more chances
i be telling him “do this on thing for me”
but if a n*gga keep talkin, i ain’t gon show him no mercy
mariah tell everyone she don’t want me tho
when n0body around us, she always kissin on me
make these blues and knock them out they shoe
got me million and mariah stay wanting to f*ck (she wanna f*ck)
[chorus]
ayyy
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most

[verse 2 : 2k shoota]
that n*gga is hoe, want smoke
can’t even get a dirty hoe
i got this drip, uppin my missile
i’ll upp on his b*tch, you that know i’m ruthless
i’m in the nba, but they call me glocca, big crip
ain’t no lil crip’, respectin my mother everyday
we in this b*tch, 223 gon hit him in his sh*ts (d*mn)
b*tch i’m a clutch, don’t hold me up
or i’m grabbing yo guts, b*tch i’m not scared of you (you a b*tch)
if you want this money, you can get this sh*t back in blood
i’m steppin in this b*tch, reppin for my gang in the club
not no little kid, b*tch (b*tch) i’m a thug
don’t question me or i’ll turn you into a slug (into a slug)
beat a n*gga and put em’ in the cup
make a b*tch dance when this draco touch
saucy n drippy don’t call me mickey
i turn a demon, don’t mean i’m not a christian
[chorus 2]
ayyy
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most
ayyy
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most
n*gga want smoke, talkin out his mouth
he be talkin like a hoe, n*ggas get mad
n*ggas get sad, n*ggas get mad that i got the most

[outro]
blue money
read hundreds
stop talkin, real stepping
we repping
brrt brrt brrt..

- nba glocca lyrics

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