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bill cosby - glokk40spaz lyrics

[intro]
dont play with him
b whoa (yeah)
chapo (grrtl, yah)

[verse#glokk40spaz]
huh
the baby whoa shoot it get nasty, huh
when baby whoa shoot, it shoot rapid
huh, we ain trusting these n*ggas they fold like napkins
and they scared of the mob, n*gga tell on the gang that’s they only d*mn tactic (on god)
von ass gone know what the f*ck goin on
free capolow, know i’ma real don
we the real srt and babylife bet a p*ssy boy won’t say non’
i had a throw my glock in a lake then cool this bit’ down that hoe was a hot gun
all my opps p*ssy they block gettin spint like noodles not ramen
and they p*ssy as f*ck we creep on they block like bill cosby (on god)
and i go any where i want what that glock on my waist when i post*up on gobie (bl)
ion even f*ck with them n*ggas but i fake kick with em like black belt karate
he was talking crazy i caught em in traffic then made his block shake like harlem
n*gga can’t hang with a blv, this a godd*mn vampire party
he was a l!ck then i checked that boy pockets

[verse# velly]
we popped that boy off and they can’t find that body
these n*ggas be scared, they hidin’ they watching
12 hit the door when heard them boys knocking
he was a l!ck so emptied his pockets (pockets, rocket)
rocket, look how i’m bustin this rocket
we uppin the score ain’t no dropping
we poppin these n*ggas like roxies
know that this stick gotta stock
its v8 you know we gon’ rob
you know i ain’t cuffin no thot
push*up to the dot on a opp
[verse#h3llboy]
i don’t even f*ck with that b*tch, but i bet she gon’ watch
and gotta stock on a stick, bodies drop like holocaust
walk with a glock and a beam
then i skrrt off in a dodge, skrrt off in that srt
she keep calling me a dog
all i know is strike, take, rob
we put dubs on paul
i f*ck her and beat up her walls
i don’t wanna turn to them laws

[verse#glokk40spaz]
we the real srt and babylife bet a p*ssy boy won’t say non’
i had a throw my glock in a lake then cool this bit’ down that hoe was a hot gun
all my opps p*ssy they block gettin spint like noodles not ramen
and they p*ssy as f*ck we creep on they block like bill cosby (on god)
and i go any where i want what that glock on my waist when i post*up on gobie (bl)
ion even f*ck with them n*ggas but i fake kick with em like black belt karate
he was talking crazy i caught em in traffic then made his block shake like harlem
n*gga can’t hang with a blv, this a godd*mn vampire party
he was a l!ck then i checked that boy pockets

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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