key glock – pain killers lyrics
pain k!llers lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, sledgren, this sh+t slap)
yeah
[chorus]
yeah, i’m a made n+gga (huh), self+made n+gga (yeah)
always been a hustler, all i know is get paid, n+gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n+gga (buh, buh, buh, buh)
i’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause i ain’t no snake, n+gga (uh+uh)
[post+chorus]
yeah, i ran it up, but somehow i still hang with gravediggers (ayy, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you know what’s up (what’s up), a multi+million dollar gang member (gang)
these n+ggas, they be gossiping like b+tches, i can’t hang with ’em
and i ain’t got no feelings, i will pop you like a paink!ller (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[verse 1]
n+gga, i’m hardbody, why would i talk pillow? (what?)
you know i got that iron on me, yup, i got that sk!llet (yеah, yeah, yeah)
and i ain’t nevеr hidin’, if it’s yellow, then i’m in it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and ten times out of ten, best believe i got it with me (yeah)
i just got the drop, my young n+ggas tryna spin it
yeah, lemon squeeze triggers, got some lemons in my pendant (lemon)
yeah, i ain’t worried ’bout another n+gga, i handle businesses
yeah, you bleed like i bleed, n+gga, you want it, you can get it (what’s up?)
[chorus]
yeah, i’m a made n+gga (huh), self+made n+gga
always been a hustler, all i know is get paid, n+gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n+gga (buh, buh)
i’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause i ain’t no snake, n+gga (yeah)
yeah, i’m a made n+gga (yeah), self+made n+gga
always been a hustler, all i know is get paid, n+gga (phew, yeah)
yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n+gga (boom, boom, baow)
i’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause i ain’t no snake, n+gga (yeah)
[verse 2]
i won’t do sh+t behind your back, it’s in your face, n+gga
yeah, you know they call me glock and that g stand for gangster, n+gga (gangster)
yellow everything, i rep that fire, you know i’m bangin’, n+gga (boom)
racks stuffed in my gallery jeans, lookin’ like some wranglers, n+gga
you know ain’t sh+t changed, n+gga, just couple of my chains bigger
you tryna get paid, yeah, i’m tryna do the same, n+gga
i be balling hard just like ‘melo with the braids, n+gga (hard, yeah)
and you can ask anybody ’bout me, they’ll say, n+gga (what?)
[chorus]
yeah, i’m a made n+gga (yeah), self+made n+gga (yeah)
always been a hustler, all i know is get paid, n+gga (phew, phew, phew)
yeah, you know my name, it’s on my waist, put it in your face, n+gga (buh, buh)
i’m cutthroat to the bone, don’t call me slime ’cause i ain’t no snake, n+gga
[post+chorus]
yeah, i ran it up, but somehow i still hang with gravediggers (uh, yeah, yeah)
yeah, you know what’s up (what’s up), a multi+million dollar gang member (gang)
these n+ggas, they be gossiping like b+tches, i can’t hang with ’em
and i ain’t got no feelings, i will pop you like a paink!ller
[outro]
the f+ck?
buh
Random Lyrics
- lv cupidon & lebza khey – 300 lyrics
- ll (france) – où est passé mon diamant ? lyrics
- moody – brillando lyrics
- caidan-v – the one (that got away) lyrics
- gta official – i miss her lyrics
- itaca band – de papel lyrics
- yaqub zurufçu – nigarın ariyası (koroğlu operası) lyrics
- pih – szprychysztukidziurydupy lyrics
- funda arar – armağansın lyrics
- ric$terrrr – #life (6:3 remix) #death lyrics