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don't care - rct glockies lyrics

[glockies verse:]
pull up with the gang
this sh*t not a game
i’m f*cking yo b*tch from the back feel the pain
can’t f*ck with you cuz you too lame
boy you know you can not f*ck with the gang
pull up with the choppa you know we gon spray
(grrt, grrt) what’s his name? (b*tch) oh that’s what i thought
pull out glock that boy gon run
and my diamonds glist just like the sun
he talking that sh*t but he ain’t gon do nun
pop out with that glock he ain’t gon do nun
countin the cash till my neck hurt
she suck my d*ck that’s why her neck hurt
she gotta headache now her head hurt
but that don’t matter cuz we getting lit the guys
f*cking yo b*tch now say bye
haha yeah i’m laughing
don’t understand why you gotta cap and
talk all that sh*t better be quiet for you get bl!cked like (bow, bow)
for real boy you think i’m cappin this sh*t is real uh
i told that boy just to chill but that boy got bl!cked down so that boy got no chill
tryna make it to a mill
that boy put in a zi*i*ip lock bag
hashtag put in a zip lock bag
[rct gango verse:]
yo n*gga is brokе he needed a rest
gеt to the money while banging my chest
n*gga is dumb he need a new test
i pull up and shoot that boy need a vest
me and my boy we really finesse
said i was dumb but really the best
(bow, bow) there go the mess
when she was 5 she got molest
shut yo dumb ass up you think you really know everything ing*ing*ing
bro what the f*ck you can’t even sing
shut yo dumb ass up with the ring
bro what the f*ck does that even mean
shooting the choppa while holding the beam
we run on yo block we shoot u ya team
me and my homie we sippin the lean
shoot off the glocks we don’t make a seen
me and my n*gga we really some kings
wait what do you mean by that
don’t touch that thing its the spleen by that
don’t touch the money there’s a beam by that
tried to sound cool but you sound really wack
we see lil homie we smoking his pack
[glockies: verse 2]
yuh smoking his pack
we got diamonds glistening on our necks
its a guaranteed we smoking his pa*a*a*ack
that sh*t loud diamonds glistening on me like wow
blowing a cloud we smoking gas up in the house*ouse
(gang, gang, gang)

- rct glockies lyrics

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