Baby Glock Lyrics – YOVNGCHIMI
Singer: YOVNGCHIMI
Title: Baby Glock
Money Wayy
Yeah, Fox Gang
Mvrda gang b#tch
Baby Glock, Mvrda gang, Los dueños de los asesinato oí’te cabrón
(Brrr Brrr)
(No tiene chip)
Baby Glock, no quiero la Glizzy si no tiene chip
Como Flock, te damo un fuletazo el los Amiri jeans
Prendo un blunt, no me importa un bicho lo que hablen de mi
Cotizao’ si me quieren ver son más de twenty G’s
Estoy comprando prendas, todas en hielo, como Gucci Mane
I be mixing Fendi with Dior, los peines en los Balmain
Tengo to’ mis shooter esperando enmascarao’ flow Kane
¿Que tú eres bichote?
Nah n#gg#, I don’t know yo’ name
La compu es como mina de oro (Brrr) con el VPS
f#ck my opps, si los pillo limber van pa’ CNN
Fox gang, Mvrda gang, te pongo en Noticentro
Los promotores saben que las Glizzy van pa’ adentro
En to’ los party
I’m smoking on my opps, flow Rastafari
Voy más rápido que to’ ustedes y estoy en palis
El más duro en la calle y yo sé que eso no les corre
Les va tocar mamar con los diablos de Lorréns Torres
Dile Ele, cobramos todos los días, no los jueves
Trato de soltar el vaso de lean, pero es que no se puede
Estoy puesto pa’ la music, pero el que cruce se muere
Twenty one en la FN, loco que las glopes suenen
Baby Glock, no quiero la Glizzy si no tiene chip
Como Flock, te damo un fuletazo el los Amiri jeans
Prendo un blunt, no me importa un bicho lo que hablen de mi
Cotizao’ si me quieren ver son más de twenty G’s
Estoy comprando prendas, todas en hielo, como Gucci Mane
I be mixing Fendi with Dior, los peines en los Balmain
Tengo to’ mis shooter esperando enmascarao’ flow Kane
¿Que tú eres bichote?
Nah n#gg#, I don’t know yo’ name
Hasta los enemy kikiando con mi musica
Esta letra es única
Tu muerte va ser pública
En la foto de forense quedas chuli gang
El draco es boogey man
Los tiros en el hoody gang (Brrr)
Yo soy un gangsta
Smoking like I’m Rasta
El palabreo mío cuesta 100 killos de la blanca
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk
Los tiros en la garganta
El R es rojo, 27 como Santa
Cambiando la forma de vivir
Los fanes flashes to’ on me
I be riding with the stick
Hydreezy, tú confia en mí
Que las Glizzy me mantienen vivo y mientras yo este aqui
Money Wayy no va morir, it’s Mvrda gang, lil b#tch
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk
Los tiros en la garganta
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk
Los tiros en la garganta
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk (Mvrda Gang)
Los tiros en la garganta (Los duenos de asesinato oí’te cabrón)
El R es rojo 27 como Santa
Money Wayy
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Baby Glock – English Translation
Money Wayy
Yeah, Fox Gang
MVRDA Gang b#tch
Baby Glock, Mvrdda Gang, the owners of the murder oí’te b#stard
(BRR BRR)
(It has no chip)
Baby glock, I don’t want the glizzy if she doesn’t have a chip
Like Flock, you give you a guy the amiri jeans
I make a bunt, I don’t care about what they talk about me
Quote ’if you want to see me are more from Twenty G’s
I am buying garments, all on ice, like Gucci Mane
I be mixing fendi with dior, the combs in the balmain
I have my shooter waiting mascarao ’flow kane
What are you bichote?
Nah n#gg#, I Don’t Know Yo Name
Compu is like gold mine (BRR) with the VPS
f#ck my OPPS, if the Pillo Limber van pa ’cnn
Fox Gang, Mvrda Gang, I put you in Noticenter
The promoters know that the glizzy van pa ’
In to ’Los Party
I’M Smoking on My Opps, Flow Rastafari
I’m going faster than you and I’m in Palis
The hardest in the street and I know that it doesn’t run
They are going to breastfeed with the devils of Loréns Torres
Say Ele, we charge every day, not Thursdays
I try to release Lean’s glass, but you can’t
I am put pa ’the music, but the one who cross dies
Twenty One in the FN, crazy that the Glopes sound
Baby glock, I don’t want glizzy if you don’t have a chip
Like Flock, you give you a guy the amiri jeans
I make a bunt, I don’t care about what they talk about me
Quote ’if you want to see me are more from Twenty G’s
I am buying garments, all on ice, like Gucci Mane
I be mixing fendi with dior, the combs in the balmain
I have my shooter waiting mascarao ’flow kane
What are you bichote?
Nah n#gg#, I Don’t Know Yo Name
Even the enemy kikiando with my music
This letter is unique
Your death will be public
In the photo of Forensa you are Chuli Gang
Draco is Boogey Man
The shots in the Hoody Gang (BRR)
I am a gangsta
Smoking Like I’m Rasta
Mío’s duties costs 100 Killos de la Blanca
Baby glock, glizzy walk
The throat shots
The r is red, 27 as holy
Changing the way of living
The flashes flashes to me
I be riding with the stick
Hydrezy, you trust me
That glizzy keep me alive and while I is here
Money Wayy will not die, It’s Mvrda Gang, Lil b#tch
Baby glock, glizzy walk
The throat shots
Baby glock, glizzy walk
The throat shots
Baby Glock, glizzy walk (MVRDA Gang)
The throat shots (the murder owners heard oí’te b#stard)
The r is red 27 as holy
Money Wayy
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Lyrics YOVNGCHIMI – Baby Glock
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