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Letra : Big Glock

Sinner, I'm stuck in my ways
I do anything, so I can get paid
That choppa it cut him, it cut like a blade
This chain on my neck, you would think I'm a slave
Ay, but wait, big Glock, big Gat
My Glock work out, cause the b*t*h got a six pack
Hit him one time, and hit him again
I cut off his head and mail it to his friend
You know I'm repugnant, committed a sin
I'm sorry lord, but I did it again
The n***a ain't dead, what? (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Four shots, make the young n***a drop
Y'all n***as, y'all snitchin' they talkin' to cops
You know what it is, we ain't doing no tellin'
If I catch a charge you know that I'm jailin'
I rob with the pistol, we know we some felons
We lookin' for opps tryna knock off they melons (Yeah)