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lirik lagu on lock – how to gag a maggot

[intro: king gordy]
uh, hoe like a van dyk* in harpered gang sh*t where i’m from (van dyk*)
it’s that east side detroit, michigan sh*t (bang bang)
how to gag a maggot, hmm
uh

[chorus 1: king gordy]
street n*gga, money go*getter (uh)
california weed*smokers f*cking gold diggers (b*tch)
n*gga f*ck what you done bought now what you sold n*gga? (f*ck)
top shot, a big dollar, neighborhood drug dealer (yeah)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock baby)
we all getting money on my block (gang, b*tch)

[verse 1: king gordy]
van dyk* gang leader b*tch (b*tch)
a hundred thousand, weren’t for ‘caine keep a n*gga rich (gang)
i’m with the gang got the ks on the front porch (bow bow)
if you ain’t got it why you say it, what you front for? (b*tch n*gga)
funny silly n*ggas acting like they want war (want war)
bust four shots, got ’em popped through his front door (bang bang)
you got a score to settle, well i got thе metal
six feet will be the lеvel, we gon’ need a shovel (woo)
i’m tired of these n*ggas talking hoe sh*t (talking hoe sh*t)
but when you whoop out they ain’t seen or don’t know sh*t (sh*t)
don’t claim a set if you ain’t down with the flint (van dyk*)
you a soldier, you might die in battle and you know this (and you know this)
that’s why i got my whole hood tatted on me (van dyk*)
van dyk* ain’t a gang it’s a d*mn army (come harass)
awe me came this army i’m sorry
too rowdy you’ll hear the sounds of rounds loudly (bang bang)
[chorus 2: jimmy donn]
i’m a street ninja, money go get (uh)
upper west coast, weed*smoking f*cking gold digger (get it)
give a f*ck about what you bought or what you sold ninja
shock collar, big dollar, neighborhood drug dealer (yeah)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
we all getting money breaking brad on my block (b*tch)

[verse 2: jimmy donn]
they’d said i’d die young, never see my early thirties (thirties)
they said my mind’s wrong, waiting for someone to merk me (merk me)
here i am at six a.m. i’m wearing headphones, battling my demons all alone with these dead souls (dead souls)
this must be your dead zone, rudolph with the red nose
my ex*wife was tripping how i’m living, she was dead wrong (dead wrong)
this must be your dead song, i’m hotter than red coals
rest in peace to the beat, casket and a red rose (red rose)
they’re flexing hard on the gram flashing mad dough
i need a rack for a track chromes to a bread loaf
take care of my people, hit the line for direct loans
every other word another hundred to my net goal (woo)
and my net goal’s bigger than imagination
you lack capacity, can’t hold a conversation (uh uh)
h*rns in the air if you don’t care and this is inspiration
changed my price to two racks adjusting for the inflation (uh, two racks)
[chorus 3: king gordy & jimmy donn]
street n*gga, money go*getter (uh)
california weed*smoking f*cking gold diggers (b*tch)
n*gga f*ck what you done bought now what you sold n*gga? (f*ck)
top shot, a big dollar, neighborhood drug dealer (yeah)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock)
anything you want i got it on lock (on lock baby)
anything you want i got it on lock ( b*tch)

[outro: king gordy]
ah
van dyk*

- how to gag a maggot

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