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Glock in da sock It ring like, "Hello" Got da connect Pull strings like cello One in ya head Dat make you shake like Jello One for your dome, one for your cone, Cornetto Get da bricks now leggo N. Rose, not petal Price up now, petrol Sekkle down I got the (gas) Ice n bezzles Bring heat like kettles Get high, stiletto And we ain't coming down Glock in the shoe It ring like, "Wap'm?" In ya head get box like Juice in cartons Dat get ya noodle cooked That's ramen Dat make ya body dance Look like Carlton Glock in my jeans Das da oh-seven-nine-four-five I give it to you nice Dis ain't overpriced Give it to you twice If ya lucky, it's thrice One in ya nugget It don't come with fries Hypnotized One inna ya head Like dreams When you kip tonight Double tapping on the Dis ain't Insta likes Uh, premeditated Or improvised I get it done I never give 'em leeway That's Chun Kick back but da back way too 'trong Get da right hook 'til ya looking wrong I bring heat like dis beat dat I'm Cheffin' up Hot it up When they see me Tortilla, it's a wrap Dem gyal deh wan' ramp Could never dat Nuttin' fun, thunder I mek it clap Connect that 5G Fi pree me Whip it up 'Cah I got the recipe Hot spice Dis a hundred degrees They want beef 'Cah I got the recipe Glock in the pouch It came out the coach Put ya addy in the satty Now we en route You gettin' fucked in the house I come through unannounced Bukake, me too I'm 'bout to buss in ya mouth, ugh Nasty widdit I make it buss don't have to ask who did it Chef it up to top it off a likkle parsley in it You smoking loud but we can hardly hear it You said it's smoke but it weren't hard to clear it, ha Glock or a MAC One in ya bun McDees Put ya pic on a T-shirt It don't come with cheese Ting on my waist Tickle my clit, what a tease Got a itch on my trigger finger it comes with fleas Scratch card couldn't bring you no luck Chef it up with virgin olive oil, giving no fucks I mash work it goes smooth wid no lumps Have these bitches for lunch Like dis beat dat I'm Cheffin' up Hot it up When they see me Tortilla, it's a wrap Dem gyal deh wan' ramp Could never dat Nuttin' fun, thunder I mek it clap Connect that 5G Fi pree me Whip it up 'Cah I got the recipe Hot spice Dis a hundred degrees They want beef 'Cah I got the recipe
Sanatçı: Nadia Rose
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