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You pull up to a red light A man jerks your door open, says "Out of the car, I'm taking your car" You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me" You know what I do? I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead And spill his brains all over the concrete You think you know me Bitch I write scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is the theme my life After all the steam and the hype Dawg This is my careers not a dice Never take L's to a light Bitch I am impervious to type So young bucking at advice Néw gloc leave it up to Christ Fit for a joker need a Harley Don Callis never been a carny And you know we showing out for Darby Me and Tina bucking back at ike You a diva make we gon drop the mic Letras de cancionesNew gloc leave it up to Christ Push Why would I show my hand I put on a show on Demand I was in the show who a fan? These boys never made profit You ain't doing shit Nigga stop it I see who y'all biggin but It's gas Grown men co sign trash Log off go find bags Two Glocs tuck it in the bag New Switches they Gon attached And they said we never gonna last Death loop you ain't coming byke Them tweets cost you a life You ain't had a hand in the hype Nah Bitch I write scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is the theme my life After all the steam and the hype Dawg I'm Arn Anderson From Letras Mania