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key glock - glockaveli (mixed) lyrics

[verse 1: key glock]
cutthroat n+gga (yeah)
at the same time, i’m ’bout my dope, n+gga (’bout my dope, yeah)
i’m a go+getter (yeah)
.45 on me, turn you to a ghost, n+gga (fah, fah)
no n+gga (no), on this earth can treat me like a ho, n+gga (yeah)
you ain’t know, n+gga, that these b+tches call me the goat, n+gga? (yeah)
glizock, i’m your majesty, i take you out like applebee’s (uh)
all these b+tches after me, if they could, they would tackle me (yeah)
n+ggas sneak dissin’ ’bout these hoes, yeah, that sh+t baffle me (haha)
everything these n+ggas tell these b+tches, it gets back to me
ol’ lame+ass, hatin’+ass, peon+ass n+gga (ayy)
yeah, they call me mr. glock, i press a b+tton and send a missile (fah)
soon as i get in the car (skrrt, skrrt), she try to suck it through the zipper
yeah, these n+ggas hatin’ on me, they hated god and flippa (yeah, yeah)
ten toes down, i’m standin’ tall, goin’ all in, n+gga (yeah)
you f+ck with the other side, i don’t f+ck with y’all n+ggas (uh+uh)
glizock, that’s my dog five life (five life)
you know i’ma ride with ’em (let’s go)
if you ever go against him better run and hide, n+gga (pow, pow, pow, pow)

[chorus: key glock & rickie boger]
i put that money up for my (baby, baby)
(yeah, yeah, let’s go)
these hoes can’t have my (baby, baby)
(h+ll no)
been sippin’ too much drink, they told me to (better slow down)
(woo)
been goin’ too d+mn hard, they told me to (slow down)
(woo, let’s go)
[verse 2: key glock]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
i’ve been doin’ my thang, these n+ggas been all up in the way (the f+ck?)
g+l+o+c+k, i pop a n+gga like a bottle of ace (fah)
got a thousand runners where i stay (fah, fah, let’s go)
diamonds dance, harlem shake (yeah)
for my birthday, i got a new glock (fah, fah, fah, glizock)
i’m screamin’, “f+ck these n+ggas,” lately, i’ve been bumpin’ 2pac (yeah)
the sh+t is still major (skrrt), smoke a n+gga like a moon rock (bop, bop, baow)
came out the house today, chrome heart down to the tube sock (phew, phew, woo, you dig? let’s go)

[chorus: key glock & rickie boger]
i put that money up for my (baby, baby)
(yeah, yeah, let’s go)
these hoes can’t have my (baby, baby)
(uh+uh, h+ll no)
been sippin’ too much drink, they told me to (better slow down, woo)
been gettin’ too much cake and i can not (slow down)

[outro: key glock & rickie boger]
yeah, yeah (baby, baby)
yeah, yeah (baby, baby, baby, slow down)
(you better slow down)
south memphis finest (south memphis finest)

- key glock lyrics

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