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glock-work orange - deleted artist lyrics

[intro]
uh
beat that f*cking clown up on the bus
all that woofin’ from you b*tches need to f*cking hush
they thought they had my f*cking spot, but i bought me a slot, you stupid motherf*cker
but i know y’all p*ssies—what’s the f*cking rush?

[chorus]
i beat that b*tch*ass clown up on the bus
all that woofin’ from you p*ssies need to f*cking hush
they thought they had my f*cking slot, but i bought me a slot, you stupid motherf*cker
but i know y’all clowns, so what’s the f*cking rush?
come through the 4, let that f*cking switchy bust
we camp out cribs for real, you clucks ain’t leave the slide, guess he ain’t worth a d*mn
saw lil’ p*ssy sy ass up on the bus, i should’ve trailed and got him f*cking tucked
they free lil’ b*tch*ass blow, he bitin’ f*cking dust, don’t make me flip that alpha f*cking truck
we hoppin’ out, it’s 80 f*cking plus
i don’t think you can run from f*cking us
and f*ck every d*mn opp, they ass put up since big bro got that lil’ p*ssy munchie touched

[verse 1]
he switchin’ hoods, his b*tch ass a f*cking cluck
i catch lil’ benji, leave him f*cking stuck
king ass a driver, you a f*cking b*tch, shut up
you never spilled no brains or f*cking guts
lil’ bro be cappin’ for them f*cking sl*ts, but they won’t help if your ass gets f*cking touched
menace mally’s glock, that sh*t was cute, you need a f*cking grip
but you need help, and that’s the f*cking truth
you feel a way, then b*tch come through, no 4v4, just me and f*cking you
you gon’ see what my glock’ll f*cking do
he talkin’ ’bout chops, i had a f*cking few
that lil’ ass pad, b*tch, we got two
that 300 black blew him right through the f*cking roof
hit his ass in the face, make him choke on the f*cking tool
prolly boot up the perc while i’m up in the f*cking booth (blrrd blrrd blrrd blrrd blrrd)
f*cking yo
[verse 2]
and f*ck both of those dracs
he died on his block, what a f*cking disgrace
and i’m smokin’ on dock, so i think i’m the f*cking face
b*tch ass trippin’, so i’m grabbin’ the waist
shark look dirty as h*ll, you can see it on his f*cking face
if that b*tch had to run, then you know i’ma f*cking chase
and that n*gga stay f*cking broke, they be sharin’ the f*cking pape

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