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key glock - spike lee (dj e-clyps remix) [mixed] lyrics

[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (spike lee)
six figures sittin’ on a ++++ white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these ++++ don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (racks)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ++++, i might be (yeah)
nine ++++ and i squeeze it like a hi+c (baow)
talk too much ++++, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee
six figures worth of diamonds sittin’ on my white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these ++++ don’t excite me
young ++++ playin’ with them m’s since nineteen (yeah)
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans
nine ++++, let it squeeze it like a hi+c (baow, baow)
talk too much ++++, that’s why they don’t like me
i pop too much ++++, that’s why they don’t like me

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m tryna roll up an opp and put him in the air (air)
yeah, if she ain’t right, then the ++++ gettin’ left
my ++++ got caught with some bales, made his bail (bail)
look at my left wrist, this ++++ cold as h+ll (phew)
yeah, i mean cold as ice
one in the head, you better think twice
++++ be switchin’, i can’t leave my pipe (pipe)
these ++++ be switchin’, i can’t leave without it
these ++++ some ++++, these ++++ be sour
i’ma go get it, i gotta go get it, on my road to riches, these ++++ some clowns (phew, phew)
the ++++ came with switches, the maybach got switches the way this ++++ bouncin’ up and off the ground
i’ma ++++ a ++++ ++++ whenever i see him, just tell mama ‘nem hold it down (yeah)
since i was six, i was man of the house (house)
ten years later, playing ’round with a ++++
ayy, i didn’t play then and i don’t play now (now)
can’t name one ++++ touched me
in a two+seater with a whole hundred ++++ (++++)
cap, you ain’t never ever seen a hundred ++++
yeah, i used to serve my uncle ++++
auntie talking ’bout, “do the right thing”
[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (yeah)
six figures sittin’ on a ++++ white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these ++++ don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ++++, i might be
nine ++++ and i squeeze it like a hi+c (hi+c)
talk too much ++++, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me

[verse 2]
ayy, two twin ++++ on me like i’m a pisces
gucci with the j’s, ayy, you know i’m not a hypebeast (uh+uh)
++++ ain’t really on ++++, just typing
dog+++++ ++++, i be runnin’ with some hyenas
ayy, ++++ ain’t really on ++++, just typin’
dog+++++ ++++, i be hangin’ with some hyenas
i made it off the block, then made a couple million, then got me a spot out there by the white people (yeah)
just ++++ around, spilled some wock’ on my wife beater (wock’, wock’)
left wrist like ike, right wrist like tina
talk to therapists, i like money, i don’t like people
ridin’ in the amg benz, i don’t like beamer
skeleton ap, ++++, i’m the reaper
stay fresh to death, yeah, this young ++++ lethal
i got that bag, yeah, that bag, i’ma keep it
and i got it on me, this ++++ not a secret
[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (spike lee)
six figures sittin’ on a ++++ white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these ++++ don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ++++, i might be
nine ++++ and i squeeze it like a hi+c
talk too much ++++, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me

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