Double Glock - ASC AllSideConnection: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

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Double Glock

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Double Glock adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak ASC tarafından 13 Eylül 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıDouble Glock - Single

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Şarkı Bilgileri

En Popüler

Geçtiğimiz 7 Gün

00:15 - 00:20

Double Glock geçen hafta yaklaşık 15 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

00:05

00:20

00:30

01:05

01:15

01:35

02:55

00:00

03:16

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Robin Laine

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

One, two, 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 50 enemies plottin' my death

All 50 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

Written by: Robin Laine

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