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key glock – diapers lyrics

[intro]
g+lock, yeah

[chorus]
dirty ass sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
i’ve been workin’ all day and trappin’ all night (yeah)
yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)
when i catch your boy, yeah, you know it’s on sight (yeah)
everything i do, wrong feel so right (b+tch)
i laugh like i love her, i should’ve said “sike”
these n+ggas some b+tches, these n+ggas some dikes
yeah, b+tch, i’m the sh+t, ayy where is the diapers? (ayy)
[verse 1]
shoutout to glizock, that n+gga my idol
ayy, shoutout my lil’ b+tch, she don’t need a title
shoutout my opps, tryna k!ll all my rivals
yeah, n+gga, and that’s on my side+b+tch (on god)
i’m sippin’ on mud and smokin’ on flowers (phew)
yeah, i got that bag in, i got some power (phew, phew)
just got two black 9s, they crowded
my dawgs don’t say too much, just growl
somethin’ been fishin’ at the wild wild west
so you better find you a case (uh, uh)
only twenty+four and i ball like i’m fifty
steppin’ on everybody net (yeah)
check, check, yeah, check after check (phew)
not letters, you know what i rep (b+tch)
i’m k!llin’ this b+tch, tryna f+ck her to death
i’m gettin’ to the bag, and that bag ain’t nothin’ else
if it ain’t ’bout that bag, you can bag it on up
yeah, back in the day, i was backin’ it up
yeah, sackin’ it up, yeah, stackin’ it up (yeah)

[chorus]
dirty ass sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
i’ve been workin’ all day and trappin’ all night (yeah)
yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)
when i catch your boy, yeah, you know it’s on sight (yeah, yeah)
everything i do, wrong feel so right
i laugh like i love her, i should’ve said “sike”
these n+ggas some b+tches, these n+ggas some dikes
yeah, b+tch, i’m the sh+t, ayy where is the diapers? (ayy)
[verse 2]
k!llin’ these n+ggas like my last name myers
first name michael, i ball like michael (uh)
tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin’ (uh)
came in f+ckin’ sh+t up, joe biden (uh)
can’t play around, gotta get sh+t done (yeah)
i go to sleep when the sun come up
been flexin’ all year, don’t wait for the summer
i ain’t havin’ no problem with this bread
this a ram truck, why the inside red? (huh?)
yeah, f+ck my opps, they walkin’ dead
my grandma said, “boy, you ain’t got no friends”
then slapped me on my head (yeah)

[outro]
hmm, yeah

- key glock lyrics

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