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key glock - intro lyrics

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[intro]
glock
you know what’s going on man paper route business
the f-ck

[verse 1]
if it ain’t bout money it ain’t no discussion
got the pocket rocket no time for tussling
all this money got these b-tches in love with me
wanna f-ck me baby but ain’t no cuddling
pillow talking choppa chop ya like bucket sh-t
let it burn. let it burn yea that usher sh-t
ballin hard n-gg- it ain’t no sucker sh-t
money talk yours funny chris tucker sh-t
n-gg-s hate me but these b-tches be loving it
talking bout you ballin boy you be fumbling
pull up 30 deep yea royal rumbling
s-xy tag on the back had to nut on it
lumberjack from the back when i’m cuttin it
got these big -ss choppas we like some russians
cookie backwood, i’m pouring up ‘tussin
got my mc hammer you can not touch me (uh uh)

[verse 2]
they do what i say yeah they call me glock bama
like 2nd plate boy you better not run up
i’m getting cake and ain’t talkin bout funnel
i get more head than some godd-mn bundles
finesse him quick he a duck call him donald
don’t trust a soul got that from my mama
don’t trust a soul put that on my mama
h-ll na (uh uh)
f-ck these n-gg- hatin ima get this paper
i ain’t savin b-tches i be savin paper
i c-ck then shoot like mcgrady
all my n-gg-s gs i ain’t talkin mason
i just left from portland ballin like a blazer
my n-gg-s pocket watching know they’ll take it
bullets comin hot just like the queso
pull up foreigns and you know we had to race em

[verse 3]
i’m a big dog baby you call me clifford
got a fn squeezing like lemons
watch the n-gg-s cuz they turning like timmy
i’m on this paper route you know the business
i’m the goat n-gg-s don’t call me billy
i’m bouta buy it n-gg- it ain’t no lending
young rich n-gg- act like some gremlins
got your b-tch open wide like the dentist
since a youngin b-tch i been bout the loot
she ain’t let me f-ck she blew me like soup
tropicana call and i got the juice
i can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
big backwoods blow like a flute
glock hard when i cook and i shoot
keep the rocket let it pop like balloons
your rents due n-gg- it’s time to move
(outdoor)
out the mud now i pouring in public
sipping mud blowing bud with my buddies
flipping hoes with my boys like the dudley’s
skinny n-gg- but my pockets is chubby
ain’t bout the money it ain’t no discussion
ain’t talkin money ain’t talkin bout nothin
don’t give me somethin i want all or nothin
don’t give me somethin i want all or nothin

- key glock lyrics

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