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key glock – from the bottom lyrics

[intro]
g+lock
south memphis’ finest
yeah
(get the bag, king wonka)
ayy

[chorus]
you know i came from the bottom now i’m up though (cut, cutthroat), yeah
all these young n+ggas ’round me cutthroat (cut, cutthroat), yeah
all these young n+ggas ’round me cutthroat (cut, cutthroat)
yeah, they cutthroat (cut, cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah)

[verse]
ten toes down, i stayed on my grind
yeah, you know, i had money on my mind
walkin’ home, face long, lookin’ down
like, “d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, i gotta shine” (shine)
on these hatin’ ass n+ggas, yeah (yeah)
and these hatin’ ass b+tches, uh (yeah, f+ck you hoes)
remember sayin’, “i gotta gеt it” (i gotta get it)
yeah, and now a n+gga gettin’ plеnty (gettin’ plenty, ayy, i’m really havin’ this sh+t, yeah, yeah, yeah)
my watch hittin’, pendant glistenin’ (b+tch)
ayy, every day it’s christmas (b+tch)
and this just the way i’m livin’ (b+tch)
it ain’t no more stressin’ (uh+huh)
god sent me blessings on blessings (for real)
look, i ain’t ’bout to [?]
(no more stressin’, god sent me blessings)
don’t blame me, n+gga (blessings), haha (on blessings)
ayy, blame the n+gga that made you (yeah)
the devil in my face but god got my back though (god got my back)
the pistol on my waist, can’t wait to let it blast (bah)
mclaren, text my momma every time i crash, yeah
i told my new b+tch that i’m nothin’ like her last, yeah (like her last)
i told this b+tch that i’m gettin’ too much paper (too much)
difference between me and him, is he gon’ save it (haha, yeah)
but i might f+ck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah, yeah)
can’t trust these thots, these hoes cravin’ for a baby, yeah (yeah, yeah)
pull up on opps, yeah i rock ’em like a cradle (boom, bah)
me and the gang, we poppin’ thugs and engage, yeah (yeah)
got plenty favor, i be drippin’ on a hater, yeah (yeah, yeah)
this sh+t still major, still got millions on the table, n+gga (no cap)
ayy, i be grindin’ like i’m skatin’, n+gga
i just told this one b+tch she ain’t f+ckin’ with no basic n+gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayy, i just poured a four up but it’s wock’+wock’ with no chaser, n+gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
black and white diamonds in my jacob segragation, n+gga (segragation, n+gga)
yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
[chorus]
you know i came from the bottom now i’m up though (up though, yeah, yeah, yeah)
all these young n+ggas ’round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
all these young n+ggas ’round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah, yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah), yeah

[outro]
bah
the f+ck

- key glock lyrics

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