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HARAMBE - Glokk40Spaz
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HARAMBE Glokk40Spaz

HARAMBE - Glokk40Spaz
[Intro]
(Max made this)

[Verse]
We been dropping niggas off in that cradle
We done shot a pussy nigga now he mentally disabled
Ain't no pussy ass niggas, only killers at my table
And I'm hanging out the car, right side right angle
Got that stick in my hand, yanking niggas like a cable
I ain't fucking with nobody cause they only tell fables
Got the drop on my opps then we slide cause we able
This that EBG shit man we taking over labels
Put a hole in his body like a muthafucking bagel
Shordi dont knock him out cause that nigga ain't stable
And I figured out who ratting cause its fucking time tables
And we jumped the fucking plug, I ain't talking jumping cables
And this 30 round on mе, man this shit real painful
And I pour the cough syrup like its rеal deal maple
And I pray to god nigga cause I'm real deal thankful
And lil kilo by my side when this shit get fatal
Only get one life I ain't tryna live faithful, and I'm pouring up drank at the fucking dinner table
And I'm stuck to gang like a muthafucking staple
And these thot hoes mad cause i'm fucking on Rachel
And I play with this Glock so I guess we both playful
And I came from the mud so I never been ungrateful
And this shit get hot but don't let that shit shake you
And I only took my bitch out first day of april
And they showin fake love, man these niggas really hate you
Get ya bitch ass up but could never ever make you
I could show you how to work, but I don't even wanna take you
Just a crazy ass nigga that got shipped out the lake view
Rodell in the chain man these niggas ain't gone break you
And they said I was a bitch, nigga who the fuck is you?
Im gorilla or whatever monkey got up out the zoo
Im a big dog no you can't even play with my food
Yeah, and they know I keep the red flag
This a stick up nigga, put that money in the bag
And I want the 50's 100's I want all cash
If that pussy nigga talking then we on his ass
And to take the plug off, that's a small task
And we see the opposition taking out the trash, and I never trade flags cause these niggas sad
When we caught the opps lacking put em in a body bag
Put that fye in my pants, it done made my pants sag
Got the number one rank but we don't like to brag
With a boujee ass bitch and that hoe got class
And the way that she be walking make me smack her on the ass
And they washing off the blood with a fucking wet rag
Cause the way we did them boys really give me flashbacks
Yeah, I run off with yo money ain't no fucking take backs
I won't turn up on that bitch cause Im real laid back
And I'm talking to the money like a telephone
I was smoking in the trap cause I was home alone
And I let that hoe stay cause she got good dome
Why my momma kick me out then tell me come home
I ain't going home I don't know what goin on
I was in indicated touching on the fucking chrome
And that TEC-9 really crack a nigga bones
They stop fucking with lil 40 think I'm dead wrong
If you think I'm dead wrong then you dead and gone
And I never meant to rap on no sad song
If I gotta cross you out then its so long
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