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Glocks and Chips
Skippa
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Past 7 Days
Glocks and Chips was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

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[Intro]
Swipin' cards and stackin' chips (Yeah), I saw you sinkin' ships
(A daddy badness, again)
Left me standin' in the pourin' rain, now I bought a heavy diamond chain (Oh, my, night, night, night)
My pocket's gettin' thicker, the watch is movin' quicker
No likkle boy inna dancehall man
A evil, we evil bwoy, yah man
But I can't sleep through the night (Nighttime!), can't sleep through the night (Fully 666)
Still seein' your face in the glass (Nuh likkle batty bwoy)
Knock it pon a 6ix
Why do you call when you're short on cash? (Brr, pah, pah, check e stats)
Can't sleep through the night
I'm losin' my mind tonight
[Chorus]
Because a murda, murda pon mi mind
Dutty 15 mi full it up a dollar coin
'Cause a murda, murda pon mi mind
Knock it pon a 6ix, mi dawg a fully nighttime
[PostChorus]
Yo, YG, dem bwoy ya prom push
Same flow, waste man, yuh need fi change yuh songbook
Murda bwoy constant, CTOC nuh stop look
Come a chase 'bout gyal, memba yuh mother a hotfoot
Inna yuh face e Glock puke
[Verse 1]
Tek time, e Benz fly fast
Pon e hot file mi rise wah bomb
Gyal a get wild she love scammer man
Charge inna headside wake, Susan
'Cause a mi richer than a artist a never song dweet
Money a the target, dat's why mi start thief
No budget badness, nuh pussy compete
Been a pree fi go scam when yuh deh a track meet, shoulda tun a athlete
Mi too lit, so mek we cool it a bit
Mi head mad, another coupe ago liff e food land
Kill him dead, a good gyal mi know the fool regret it
Malie Donn him breed two likkle bitch, dat sad
Know this kinda fuck up so mi a tek it smooth
A tell yuh weh yuh mada do when you a wuk pon school
She just a hustle fi the rent, she affi suck pon broom
How yuh feel yuh get e new track shoes (Ah, G)
Goon pon e jack, a Tennessee
Dawg, who dem a chat? A coulda me?
Atto dem a nyam yuh food pussyole and yuh nuh zeet
Drop a bagga chune just fi get a GLE
[Verse 2]
And mi nuh know dawg a who a boost dem
Only thing mi know bout 6ix, a just a bagga dead fren
Wild and grimy, nuh weave inna head
Only ting mi know the Glock clip a extend
So mek mi gi yuh sumn fi go sing bout since yuh stale out
Go sing bout the gyal weh yuh rape dung a Barbados
Nighttime run e place, tornado
Glocks pon Glocks plus Draco
Come a pose like yuh bad, yuh nuh stay suh
9-ball a fly through yuh fake clothes
[Chorus]
Murda, murda pon mi mind
Dutty 15 mi full it up a dollar coin
'Cause a murda, murda pon mi mind
Knock it pon a 6ix, mi dawg a fully nighttime
[PostChorus]
Yo, YG, dem bwoy ya prom push
Same flow, waste man, yuh need fi change yuh songbook
Murda bwoy constant, CTOC nuh stop look
Come a chase 'bout gyal, memba yuh mother a hotfoot
Inna yuh face e Glock puke
[Outro]
Gold rings on my fingers (Stop batty up e war, yute)
Still, your perfume lingers (It lingers)
Empty bottles and bigger banks (Nighttime)
Givin' nobody any thanks (One daddy badness)
Not the money, not the fame
Not the jewelry (Not the jewelry)
But I can't sleep through the night, can't sleep through the night (Ah)
Written by: Tahjay Clarke

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