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key glock - dirt lyrics

[intro]
i’m that n+gga
(ceeo, turn that beat up)
oh, glizock
paper route 5l, n+gga
yeah, cutthroat la familia, n+gga
it’s a family, not a gang
and not a game

[chorus]
uh, sick of n+ggas tryna throw dirt on my name (b+tch)
drank in my cup, no kurt cobain
yeah, glock be the name, and you know i’m gon’ bang (fah)
i made me some millions, they think i’m unchanged
ayy, f+ck this fame and f+ck these chains
made packs disappear, like david blaine
these b+tches be all on my dang+a+lang
i just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
number one rule, get that money, man, i got this sh+t from dolph (dolph)
it ain’t no shame up in my gang, i’m tryna get it off (off)
this street sh+t is just not the same, most of these n+ggas soft (soft)
[verse]
i just stay out the way (the way), and collect my bread (my bread)
if you get in my way (my way), you get one in the head (head, yeah)
goyard full of blues (blues), sippin’ on— sippin’ on red (red)
like worm, i’m ’bout my money (my money), i smoke your ass, like craig (yeah)
i’m a player, i can show you how to play it (yeah)
yeah, steppin’ on n+ggas, no pledge (uh)
go to sleep with a chop’ by the bed (bah)
all this ice on me, i need a sled (yeah)
(all this ice on me, i need a sled, uh)
think my bart chain need a coke (coke)
get that money and stack it, you dig? (you dig?)
n0body like bein’ broke (nope)
this street sh+t ain’t no joke (no joke), everybody wanna be rich (rich)
you gotta get off your ass (your ass), and get up on your sh+t (your sh+t)
my moncler in a jet (jet), my maybach is a ship (ship)
my pockets keep gettin’ fat (and fatter), it come from all these chips (chips)

[interlude]
b+tch (b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch)
run through it like him (yeah)
himmy boys, jimmy neutron
tim duncan, hahaha (south memphis’ finest)
himothy (yeah)
uh
[chorus]
uh, sick of n+ggas tryna throw dirt on my name (b+tch)
drank in my cup, no kurt cobain
yeah, glock be the name, and you know i’m gon’ bang (fah)
i made me some millions, they think i’m unchanged
ayy, f+ck this fame and f+ck these chains
made packs disappear, like david blaine
these b+tches be all on my dang+a+lang
i just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
number one rule, get that money, man, i got this sh+t from dolph (dolph)
it ain’t no shame up in my gang, i’m tryna get it off (off)
this street sh+t is just not the same, most of these n+ggas soft (soft)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah)

- key glock lyrics

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