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Glock in da sock

It ring like, "Hello"

Got da connect

Pull strings like cello

One in ya head

Dat make you shake like Jello

One for your dome, one for your cone, Cornetto

Get da bricks now leggo

N. Rose, not petal

Price up now, petrol

Sekkle down I got the (gas)

Ice n bezzles

Bring heat like kettles

Get high, stiletto

And we ain't coming down

Glock in the shoe

It ring like, "Wap'm?"

In ya head get box like

Juice in cartons

Dat get ya noodle cooked

That's ramen

Dat make ya body dance

Look like Carlton

Glock in my jeans

Das da oh-seven-nine-four-five

I give it to you nice

Dis ain't overpriced

Give it to you twice

If ya lucky, it's thrice

One in ya nugget

It don't come with fries

Hypnotized

One inna ya head

Like dreams

When you kip tonight

Double tapping on the

Dis ain't Insta likes

Uh, premeditated

Or improvised

I get it done

I never give 'em leeway

That's Chun

Kick back but da back way too 'trong

Get da right hook 'til ya looking wrong

I bring heat like dis beat dat I'm

Cheffin' up

Hot it up

When they see me

Tortilla, it's a wrap

Dem gyal deh wan' ramp

Could never dat

Nuttin' fun, thunder

I mek it clap

Connect that 5G

Fi pree me

Whip it up

'Cah I got the recipe

Hot spice

Dis a hundred degrees

They want beef

'Cah I got the recipe

Glock in the pouch

It came out the coach

Put ya addy in the satty

Now we en route

You gettin' fucked in the house

I come through unannounced

Bukake, me too

I'm 'bout to buss in ya mouth, ugh

Nasty widdit

I make it buss don't have to ask who did it

Chef it up to top it off a likkle parsley in it

You smoking loud but we can hardly hear it

You said it's smoke but it weren't hard to clear it, ha

Glock or a MAC

One in ya bun McDees

Put ya pic on a T-shirt

It don't come with cheese

Ting on my waist

Tickle my clit, what a tease

Got a itch on my trigger finger it comes with fleas

Scratch card couldn't bring you no luck

Chef it up with virgin olive oil, giving no fucks

I mash work it goes smooth wid no lumps

Have these bitches for lunch

Like dis beat dat I'm

Cheffin' up

Hot it up

When they see me

Tortilla, it's a wrap

Dem gyal deh wan' ramp

Could never dat

Nuttin' fun, thunder

I mek it clap

Connect that 5G

Fi pree me

Whip it up

'Cah I got the recipe

Hot spice

Dis a hundred degrees

They want beef

'Cah I got the recipe

Recipe Nadia Rose - 歌詞和翻唱