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key glock - maybach lyrics

[intro]
sosa 808 got this b-tch knockin’, n-gga, ayy

[chorus]
i jump out of the maybach, gucci flops and a wave cap
i got all my chains on, but they like, “where your shirt at?”
b-tch, why you worried? i’m flexin’ on purpose (yeah)
k!llers in my circle (yeah), two straps on me, urkel (fire)

[verse 1]
goon by the beam, b-tch, we tote a lot of things (yeah)
young n-gga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless t–th, uh (yeah)
benz limousine, s600 k!lled the scene, uh
summertime fine, she sip wine, i sip lean, yeah
i get dough, krispy kreame (dough), b-tch, this hustlin’ in my genes
grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (glizzock)
i been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? look at my rings (b-tch)
and i’m only 21, godd-mn near milly worth of bling, yeah
i just pulled up mclaren, got these hoes starin’ (starin’)
doors up, eye candy (what?), can’t park it so i land it
bad b-tch bandit, i want her so i smash it (come here)
i make it look like magic, yeah, watch me shaq attack it (yeah)

[chorus]
i jump out of the maybach, gucci flops and a wave cap (glizzock)
i got all my chains on, but they like, “where your shirt at?” (what?)
b-tch, why you worried? i’m flexin’ on purpose (yeah)
k!llers in my circle, two straps on me, urkel (fire, fire)

[verse 2]
ooh, alley-oop, i p-ss that b-tch right to the crew, yeah
feel like uncle luke, i make these b-tchess show they b00bs, yeah
creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
yeah, b-tch i be drippy, i be k!llin’ sh-t, i’m gruesome (drip)
just hopped out of the maybach
high as f-ck, where my shades at?
eighty in my louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
tsa with big racks, they like, “where you work at?”
and i don’t want no verses, man, these n-ggas too wack (the f-ck?)
cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on god, yeah (on god), uh
lil’ n-gga livin’ extra large (large), on god (on god)
and you know i keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on god (fire)
in that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on god, yeah

[chorus]
i jump out of the maybach, gucci flops and a wave cap
i got all my chains on, but they like, “where your shirt at?” (yeah)
b-tch, why you worried? (b-tch), i’m flexin’ on purpose (flex)
k!llers in my circle, two straps on me, urkel (fire)

- key glock lyrics

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