Not at the damn table you hear me, uh, glok
I just wanna, I just wanna shoot it to my mothaf*cka
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my fingers lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in sounding like I beat the box
Brown skin, just like Vivica, you know that I just need a fox
Bend her over, beat the thot
He wanted smoke, he breathing hot
Break my wrist, I'm beatin' pots
He can't drive the boat, we gave him shots
Crunch time with the glok, shit get toast like cinnamon
Talking to my G, like a therapist it's listening
Shawty got that five star shit, you know I call her Michelin
And my Brody pushing drank and scamming but he not from Michigan
Neighbors call this CPS, cause broty had that switch again
Know these niggas pussy, like an x-ray I could see it in them
Hot, hotbox, They can't breathe again
Gervonta, packs we beating
I must be atheist, I don't believe in them
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my finger lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in, sounding like I beat the box
Glokelli$ - Tristopher Nolan Lyrics
Glokelli$ - Tristopher Nolan Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Not at the damn table you hear me, uh, glok
I just wanna, I just wanna shoot it to my mothaf*cka
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my fingers lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in sounding like I beat the box
Brown skin, just like Vivica, you know that I just need a fox
Bend her over, beat the thot
He wanted smoke, he breathing hot
Break my wrist, I'm beatin' pots
He can't drive the boat, we gave him shots
Crunch time with the glok, shit get toast like cinnamon
Talking to my G, like a therapist it's listening
Shawty got that five star shit, you know I call her Michelin
And my Brody pushing drank and scamming but he not from Michigan
Neighbors call this CPS, cause broty had that switch again
Know these niggas pussy, like an x-ray I could see it in them
Hot, hotbox, They can't breathe again
Gervonta, packs we beating
I must be atheist, I don't believe in them
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my finger lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in, sounding like I beat the box
I just wanna, I just wanna shoot it to my mothaf*cka
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my fingers lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in sounding like I beat the box
Brown skin, just like Vivica, you know that I just need a fox
Bend her over, beat the thot
He wanted smoke, he breathing hot
Break my wrist, I'm beatin' pots
He can't drive the boat, we gave him shots
Crunch time with the glok, shit get toast like cinnamon
Talking to my G, like a therapist it's listening
Shawty got that five star shit, you know I call her Michelin
And my Brody pushing drank and scamming but he not from Michigan
Neighbors call this CPS, cause broty had that switch again
Know these niggas pussy, like an x-ray I could see it in them
Hot, hotbox, They can't breathe again
Gervonta, packs we beating
I must be atheist, I don't believe in them
Plug he serving junkie boulders, yeah he got them cinder blocks
Glok, I just wanna shoot it to my finger pop
Your girl, she a freak one, want me play her till my finger lock
Beat the pockets, leaving knots these bullets satan they be breathing hot
I love it when her coochie punch in, sounding like I beat the box
Writer: Kelvin B
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid