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Double Glock
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Double Glock è stato pubblicato il 13 settembre 2024 da ASC come parte dell'album Double Glock - Single
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Robin Laine
Robin Laine
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Phyllis
Yeah
Chi chin man
Colorblind
Real shit, man. Like I felt it coming
It's '50. You know. Yeah, yeah. Now check it out
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seen visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah, ****, I was stressed
Had me creepin' round corners, homie, sleepin' in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this trouble block
Call the cops? A thug **** screamin', "Westside!" bustin' double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
**** got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steering wheel
Swerve, bless me Father, I'm a sinner
I'm living in hell, just let me live on these streets
'Cause ain't no peace for me in jail, getting worldwide exposure
With a bunch of **** that don't give a fuck, riding as my soldiers
I'm just releasing them on a warpath, not your average dealer
Westside, Outlaw, bad boy killer
Complete my mission, my competition no longer beefing
I murdered all them busters, now I'm the last motherfucker breathing. Yeah
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little line, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind
'Cause I'm down to bust a **** head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they in the high roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22-inch chrome, a **** money long
He try to jinx me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy, and you on your own
You're entering my zone, welcome to the Terrordome
The ice blowing my chain, blood blowing my veins
Pooh still in the range, I'm doing my thing
The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
**** play with the bread, get a hole in your head
You touch a dime of mine, dog
50 Cent. Let's go
Go, go, go '50 in the house, bounce
Y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums, ****, I ain't stupid, I see Doc
Then my dough come quicker, whoa
Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves so erotic
I watch, I'm like, bounce that ass, girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here, we'll thump in here, oh
I'm so ghetto, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimy, what's good?
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club with the snub
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing, oh
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Go ahead, put your back into it, do your thing
Like it ain't nothing to it, shake
She-she shake that ass, girl
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Go ahead, put your back into it, do your thing
Like it ain't nothing to it, shake
She-she shake that ass, girl
Westside
Written by: Robin Laine
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