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DJ Paul - Glock in My Draws lyrics
f/ Frayser Boy [DJ Paul] I got, I got my glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Glock, glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more And hit me with some more [Frayser Boy] Posted on the fuckin track Tryin to make these ends meet Yorks real close as I'm walkin up and down the street Tryin to get this fuckin money, a nigga like eatin steaks Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake Shit is gon get real if you think about testing me I know you wanna see me gone or see the law arrestin me You know the game dawg, you bring it and I'm gon fuckin finish Yeah I know your chest hurt, nigga it's a bullet in it I got that glock in my draws without athought or a pause I'm also dodging them laws, slippin away from they paws You better gimme respect, before you feel from Tech We'll leave your whole body wet, with bullet hole in your neck Leaving your dick in the dust, niggas like me you can't trust So run ‘round fuckin with us, pull back the trigger and bust I'm out here makin this loot, quicker than a prostitute So if you gets wrong, best believe a nigga gon shoot [DJ Paul] Glock, glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Glock, glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more And hit me with some Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me Split your fuckin wig I got my, I got my, I got my glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me with some more and hit me with some more And hit me with some [Frayser Boy] I ain't cut out for no 9-5 so I sell this fuckin dope Got a extra package in my draws for a nigga though A million dollar dope track, that's what I got workin End up on the wrong track, ho you gets a fucking hurtin Eyes in front and in back of my head man That's how it gots to be, if I want to maintain Cause these ho ass niggas, they'll try to catch you fuckin slippin So, I got that glock and you know I'm bout to start trippin What you gon do, when I break up that fuckin heat It's gon be like Halloween, callin “trick-or-treat? Frayser Boy, got a toy, will make example Knock you down to the ground, on head I trample Glock to your mind, and I'm pullin the trigger Ain't takin no shit from no ho ass nigga Whoopin ass, takin names, that's how I get down When I come in presence, best not to make sound [DJ Paul] Glock, glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me So I split your wig Glock, glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more And hit me with some Glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me Split your fuckin wig I got my,I got my, I got my glock in my draws As I walk the motherfuckin track Hit me with some more and hit me with some more And hit me with some |
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