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dougie - roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

[intro]
i be in and out your b*tch, i ain’t stayin’ with her
i ain’t layin’ with her, stupid*ass n*gga
you be playin’ with her
huh, glockboyz, n*gga
come on
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
free the guys, n*gga, r.i.p the guys

[verse 1]
the opps be on the ground, i be high as dog sh*t
fat n*gga playin’ with his life, we gon’ pause it (get it?)
ten percent tint, sh*t darker than a closet (get it?)
had them n*ggas runnin’ like they ain’t cut off the faucet
you my brother if we took the same loss (my brother)
i don’t know no flunkies, all my n*ggas bosses
sittin’ on the opps, i’m exhausted (i’m tired)
the ari got a presidential, i don’t put ’em in the office (my n*gga in the office, man)
i’m the catch (i’m the catch)
just spent a thousand on balenciaga tracks
he call his self the goat, but that n*gga really a rat
n*ggas fat, gotta aim from his head to his neck
don’t hit his body, he gon’ eat that
don’t say sh*t about that body, you might beat that
for every opp that got hit in the head, i got a free hat
sick they took his glock 32, n*gga, free shaq
i be lyin’ every time i tell her i’ll be back (i be capped out)
i be lyin’ every time
when i’m with my other b*tch, i be lyin’ every line (every line)
i be lyin’ when i tell her i ain’t lyin’
if a n*gga think he f*ck tez, b*tch, she ain’t mine
a n*gga think he f*cked my b*tch, she a dummy
n*gga died, then they wrapped his ass up like a mummy
you don’t wanna beef with us, it get ugly (it get ugly)
hit him with that chopper, made him do the dougie
[interlude]
glockboyz, n*gga
hit him with that chopper, made him do the dougie
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, y’all n*ggas can’t f*ck with us
hit him with that chopper— (n*ggas actin’ like they can, though)
you don’t wanna beef with us, it get ugly (lil’*ass boy)
n*gga died, then they wrapped his ass up like it’s up, come on, ayy, look

[verse 2]
hit him with that chop, better revive him ‘fore he bleed out (yeah)
i do hoes like they do they hair, make ’em leave out
she a rat, you wanna f*ck? pull some cheese out
in and out your b*tch, my n*ggas thought this was the weed house (weed house)

[outro]
man, ayy
i can’t even hit you right now, i’m ’bout to just get some head
and [?] got some n*ggas waitin’ on me in the car, man

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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