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battle rap - glockboyz teejaee lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
n*gga

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
i ain’t friendly, i ain’t nice, and i ain’t none of that
man, we got dog, weed and pills, n*gga, all of that
probably tell a b*tch i let her f*ck once, and never call her back (ayy)
man, it’s a rental, it got touchscreen, i’m still rockin’ cd
big pimpin’, i get the p*ssy extra wet (ayy), n*gga, fiji
man, you should see how hoes act when they get a chance to meet me
i’ve been beefin’ since a kid, we want wars, ain’t no b*tchin’
rich n*gga, i get a rental, tint it out, f*ck them people
i made a dial off one custo, even helped her with her needles
i ain’t the n*gga you gon’ play with on the ‘net, ’cause i’ma see you
ten milli’, it got a switch, n*gga, i wouldn’t wanna be you

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
you gon’ burn your bridge down, but in the end, you gon’ need me
fat n*gga gettin’ all this money like i’m peezy
og still trap around this b*tch, i call him jeezy
them n*ggas down bad, they the ones tryna get even
i need money in my pocket, i be fiendin’
f*ck around and make a ten*ball when i’m thuggin’ out in phoenix
don’t n0body want you, b*tch, you like pam, i want a gina
i’m with tera, i’m with tina, john cena, you can’t see us
that n*gga broke, down bad on his ass, he wanna be us
got the block hot as h*ll around this b*tch like a fever
i don’t never see that n*gga outside, he a beaver
blast twenty bands at her ass, i just teased her
[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
can’t even act like i ain’t got it, they don’t know i’m lyin’
any n*gga beefin’ with me, he probably know he dyin’
backseat, i got a chopper, i don’t never drive
i see the face, if i don’t park that n*gga whip, i bet he ghostride
7.62s and four*fives
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout you, but i’ma use mines (ayy)
been thirty minutes with them k’s, that’s a long drive
my n*gga up a half a ticket, and he still rob
you got some money on the floor, then we can talk
look, i don’t do the middle man, you better take me to the boss
i stay far as h*ll, left the hood, i d*mn near got lost
you tryna take somethin’ from me, and they gon’ line you out with chalk

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
so many poles in this whip, this b*tch look like a golf cart
tryna slide on the l, that sh*t not smart
he’d snake his own mans, he ain’t got a heart
how the f*ck is you gon’ slide and you ain’t got no car?
this b*tch always askin’ questions, soundin’ like a narc
they ain’t in the driveway, but they got parked
glockboyz walked in the booth with an ar
(high as h*ll, i can’t even come up with the last bar)

[outro: ysr gramz]
(stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b*tch hard)

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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