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key glock - gang shit no lame shit lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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[chorus]
soon as i walk through the door, uh (walk through the door)
designer, it’s head to toe, yeah
young n-gga all ’bout his dough, uh (yeah, yeah)
my n-gga, come get your ho, yeah (b-tch)
paid cash, i don’t have a note, uh (i don’t have a note)
h-ll yeah, i want me a rolls, wraith
spent twenty racks on my rose chain
these n-ggas hatin’ is so lame

[verse 1]
i’m ballin’, need rogane
hop out the drop, smokin’ propane (yeah)
i do my d-mn thing
boy, you ain’t nothin’ but a d-mn shame
smashin’ your b-tch, yeah, your main thing
come get your ho off my ding-a-ling
poof on the b-tch just like david blaine
balenci runners, no shoe strings
i drip so much sauce, i done left a stain
you get the picture without the frame
i pull out the pistol, i bet that i bang
play hot potato with his motherf-ckin’ brain
i shoot to k!ll so you know i got aim
you just a sh-tzu and i’m a great dane
you know i get to the cream with my gang
we paper route, it is not wu-tang

[chorus]
soon as i walk through the door, uh (b-tch)
designer, it’s head to toe, yeah
young n-gga all ’bout his dough, uh (yeah, yeah)
my n-gga, come get your ho, yeah (come get your b-tch)
paid cash, i don’t have a note, uh (i don’t have a note)
h-ll yeah, i want me a rolls, wraith
spent twenty racks on my rose chain (rose gold)
these n-ggas hatin’ is so lame

[verse 2]
hop in the foreign to change lanes (hop in the)
young n-gga fly as a d-mn plane (fly as a)
walk in, the hoes go insane (yeah)
ice on my patek, my wrist sprained (ice)
i’m rich, b-tch, glock rick james (i’m rich)
cuttin’ these checks like sensei (cut)
and that sh-t like every day (yeah)
if i ain’t gettin’ paid then i’m gettin’ laid (yeah)

[outro]
yeah, told b-tch

- key glock lyrics

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