| I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
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| I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
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| Fuck her 'til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
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| Poppin' like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin' me, yeah
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| Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
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| Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
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| South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
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| Bitch I’m 'bout it 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah
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| Yeah yeah (Yeah)
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| Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah)
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| Ain’t no limit to this shit, I got racks on, racks on me
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| Got this brand new whip, hell nah, my shit ain’t leased, yeah
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| Bad lil' bitch give me face like ID’s
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| Then I beat, beat, beat, beat her up like Ali, yeah
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| Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I got blue, pink, and some green, yeah
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| I came from flippin' packs, now I drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
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| Diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
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| We all eatin', yeah, money stuck in my teeth, yeah
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| I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
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| I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
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| Fuck her 'til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
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| Poppin' like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin' me, yeah
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| Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
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| Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
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| South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
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| Bitch I’m 'bout it 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah
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| Who? |
| (Who?), Me (Me), bitch, I’m Master Key (Glock)
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| But I’m still a P, yeah, youngin' off the leash, yeah
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| I’m a sight to see, uh, make your wife a freak, uh
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| Tryna pipe your niece, uh keep that pipe on me, fire
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Someone get her off of me, she suckin' me just like a leech
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| Told her if she come with, me she cannot make a Snap or Tweet
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| Pull up, paint job bumblebee, you niggas is a wannabe
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| You know I got guns on me, don’t run up, you get done homie, fire
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| Now you’re dead, uh
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| You shouldn’t’ve did what you did, yeah (Fire)
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| Now you’re dead, uh
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| You shouldn’t’ve said what you said, yeah
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| I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
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| I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
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| Fuck her 'til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
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| Poppin' like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin' me, yeah
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| Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
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| Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
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| South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
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| Bitch I’m 'bout it 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yea!! , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glockoma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп