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fox 2 - roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
woo! ran off with a n*gga sh*t, he ain’t even ask for it back; cause he know how me and all my n*gga’s get
if he try some sh*t, he know he getting wacked
choppa hold a hundred, i ain’t missing sh*t, if we miss that n*gga with it, bet i hit his b*tch
don’t give a f*ck, somebody died, that’s all the same sh*t, menace to society , i’m on my caine sh*t

ay, this n*gga sweeter than a cinnamon stick
death threats, other than that, n*gga’s ain’t sending sh*t
if i see a opp in traffic, i’ma stop the sh*t; he can’t even ride with his momma in the whip!
n*gga, f*ck a b*tch, all these hoes needy, she done ate thе whole d*ck, boy, these hoеs greedy
i bought some buffs for the culture, now these hoes easy, she gone let me f*ck cause she think i know peezy
i know rondae, woo, chino, and jr, cash kidd, dz, and that n*gga snap
i’m just letting hoes know about it off rip, just to see how much p*ssy i can get for that!

if this n*gga send location, knock him off the map
lil n*gga called me broke, boy that big cap
you would have been fell off if it wasn’t for rap
i ain’t hating on no n*gga, i’m stating the facts

ay, all these glocks on me, i can’t f*ckin’ move
all these chops on me, i can’t f*ckin’ move
if a n*gga try me, he gone make the news (the news)
f*ck a friendly ho, i like my b*tches rude, n*gga
ay, f*ck a friendly ho, i like my b*tches rude!
tss, heh, you too? huh
if a b*tch n*gga try me, he gone make the news!

[verse 2: cash kidd]
huh, tez, let a n*gga try me, watch the breaking news
come on, you know marc armed, but it ain’t a bruise
get a body in this b*tch like a kangaroo
send yo p*ssy ass a message, but it ain’t a nude

my b*tch punching with her friends, call her sailor moon (she is)
my dog dropped a four*one, no, not april fools
fell out with a lame, i ain’t changing crews
if i fall out with my n*gga’s, it’s still f*ck the opps
still money over b*tches, n*gga, f*ck a thot
f*ck yo p*ssy, is you real and can you suck a c*ck? (ay, ay)
used to punch a clock, now i’m tryna punch a yacht
rap b*tch think i love her, made her f*ck the squad

yeah, like amanda show, b*tch, i’m all that
all facts, you can’t get no d*ck, i need all neck
in the mall strapped, out in cali, thanks to all black
get your dog wacked, carti’s on me, like i’m offset

f*cked around, got neck for so long, my leg caught cramps
boy you better use all cash, or get your card cracked
yeah, f*ck this rap sh*t, you can’t get no feature
punching all day, i feel like vegeta

yeah, saucy n*gga, wacked a n*gga off a margarita
bullets hopping off the pole, like john cena (bow, bow)
lil dog think he a swiper, cause he slide pizza
all these punches on me, call me sharkeisha

n*gga, yeah

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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