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Don Toliver - GLOCK [Official Audio]
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Everyone falls You know sometime Sometimes, it's wrong And sometimes, it's right For every win Someone must fail There comes a point when When we exhale Say (shoot, shoot) Hold my Glock when I'm in the club (shoot, shoot, baby) There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) Hold my Glock when I'm in the club (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) Oh, oh-oh-oh (shoot, shoot, shoot, baby) Hold my Glock when I'm in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub Oh, oh-oh-oh Hold my Glock when I'm in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub Oh, oh-oh-oh Hold my Glock when I- (yeah) Geeked up (uh-huh) I can't take a shower without no reefer (uh-huh, uh-huh) Baby, gon' bust it open, you know I need ya It's time to pop my meds, I need a re-up (yeah, yeah) Huh, red two-seater (skrrt) Marley got that tune, he got that heater (come on) Braids to the back like Queen Latifah I can't feel my face, I'm in here so gone Hold my Glock when I'm in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub Oh, oh-oh-oh Hold my Glock when I'm in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub Oh, oh-oh-oh Wanna come fuck you out the sheet, uh (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) (out the sheet) Pull up, baby right to sleep, yeah (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) (right to sleep) I'm sippin' this drank, this Jubilee, yeah (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) (Jubilee) Stayin' high, stayin' low-key, yeah (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) (whoa) You don't need to be doin', if it ain't me, yeah (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) I felt the love, I wonder what she felt (shoot, baby, shoot, shoot) (I felt the love) I hide the Glock right by my seatbelt (shoot, baby) (right by my seatbelt) Hey, bae I want that new Chanel purse I bought you I need you to hold my Glock for me I need you to hold my Glock Hold my Glock when we in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Took my dogs to the strip and I spent a dirty dub Oh, oh-oh-oh Hold my Glock when I'm in the club There's some hoes in the back and they wanna come show me love Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (shoot, baby) When I pull up on the block and I shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot I'ma slide on my bike and I'ma shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot I'ma pull up on that Harley, I'ma shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot I just got it, two wheels, not a coupe Coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe Pull the block, the banger hot and I'ma Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Got a Harley and I pull up in a hoop, hoop, hoop Thinkin' it's you and not the-
Writer(s): Kenneth Edmonds, Thomas Lumpkins, Caleb Toliver, Travis Flores Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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