key glock – yea!! lyrics
[intro]
glock
big glock (yeah, yeah)
glizzock (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up
[chorus]
i got this big -ss diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
i feel like kd, uh, shooters on my team, i
f-ck her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
poppin’ like some grease, uh, you n-ggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
came from overseas, push b-tton, no key, yeah
south memphis n-gga, miami cuban links, yeah
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me master key, yeah
yeah yeah (yeah)
yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
[verse 1]
ain’t no limit to this sh-t, i got racks on, racks on me
got this brand new whip, h-ll nah, my sh-t ain’t leased, yeah
bad lil’ b-tch give me face like id’s
then i beat, beat, beat, beat her up like ali, yeah
franklins, grants, and jacksons, i got blue, pink, and some green, yeah
i came from flippin’ packs, now i drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
we all eatin’, yeah, money stuck in my t–th, yeah
[chorus]
i got this big -ss diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
i feel like kd, uh, shooters on my team, i
f-ck her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
poppin’ like some grease, uh, you n-ggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
came from overseas, push b-tton, no key, yeah
south memphis n-gga, miami cuban links, yeah
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me master key, yeah
[verse 2]
who? (who?), me (me), b-tch, i’m master key (glock)
but i’m still a p, yeah, youngin’ off the leash, yeah
i’m a sight to see, uh, make your wife a freak, uh
tryna pipe your niece, uh keep that pipe on me, fire
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
someone get her off of me, she suckin’ me just like a leech
told her if she come with, me she cannot make a snap or tweet
pull up, paint job bumblebee, you n-ggas is a wannabe
you know i got guns on me, don’t run up, you get done homie, fire
now you’re dead, uh
you shouldn’t’ve did what you did, yeah (fire)
now you’re dead, uh
you shouldn’t’ve said what you said, yeah
[chorus]
i got this big -ss diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
i feel like kd, uh, shooters on my team, i
f-ck her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
poppin’ like some grease, uh, you n-ggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
came from overseas, push b-tton, no key, yeah
south memphis n-gga, miami cuban links, yeah
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me master key, yeah
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