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wock junkies (feat. tse vic & jay juice) - tse e2 lyrics

tse e2*
(they said picked up my cup of drank and spilled it back over )
(i already know how… i already know i’m bout to come on this b*tch bro)
(look)

tse e2*
i picked up my cup of drank and spilled it back over this freaky b*tch she on her period don’t put ur cat on me
ghost ride the whip and turn that b*tch fully around i’m out the back toting
ain’t that one n*gga off boyz up n the hood i woulda smacked jody
i got a russian k came wit a strap on it for turnin backs on me
my brother ass walked in wit double glock that look like zack cody
fresh vanilla russian cream i had to throw back to roll a black stogie
u did a turn around f*cked up the bag and put ur back on us
go ahead and throw it back but baby this a glock don’t put ur ass on it
started side tappin and hittin her from the back and put my mask on
b*tch in quick nuttin but i ain’t pullin out ain’t got no mag on me
got to quick nuttin and hit her from the back after i fast f*cked it
i’m on the interstate cause i’m a bag dumper
up this glock shootout everywhere
and shoot a dag jumper
this freaky b*tch she from the gram and hit my dad cousin
yeah i get u got a glizzy wit a switch but ain’t gon fap nun
step back wit micro drac this b*tch a bad f*cker
started duckin down aimin out the whip and put my mag on it
a 50 on a glock this b*tch a mag dumper
except them 1 n*ggas don’t be f*ckin wit me or my dad cousins
tse vic*
hit the rode and i sold 200 grams cause im a bag dumper
f*ck a 9*5 b*tch i had fell in love wit fast money
crash dummie let this b*tch blow until the mag busted
weed, percs, and drank we got it in like come and grab sum
this b*tch was trynna throw it back but her lil ass funky
don’t f*ck around wit 3d cl!ckers this a black b*tton
im hand to head i got the bowls on lock my brothers trap cousin
coulda been that n*gga riley off of boondocks i woulda popped ruckus
jay juice*
i told my b*tch to grab me a sprite bc the wock comin
i hit my oppy sis all on this bed i had her tw*t bussin
your favorite trapper he a snitch that’s why the cops comin
i threw the bag of hard under the water till i locked sum
brother watch my back im finna turn around and swing the glock on me
i can’t find my shoes to go and hit this swearve i guess i’m sock dumpin
off the wock monkey i woke up fell asleep this n*gga mouth funky
my lil cousin couldn’t smoke he threw the twan cause his pops comin
im in here cat f*ckin i woke up off a perc my f*ckin mouth runnin
u ain’t pop nun b*tch u ain’t got no cheese b*tch u ain’t got nun
2 hands in both my lil pockets on _____ i got a knot on me
you can’t see it pokin out my pockets b*tch i got this glock on me

- tse e2 lyrics

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