GLOCK
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-
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-
Credits
Writer(s): Don Toliver, John Mitchell, Kenneth Edmonds, Michael Houston, Thomas Lumpkins, Travis Flores, Whitney Houston
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.