Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gloin, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Bang 3, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FilmOn
Song language: English
Gloin |
GG sports, it’s in the game |
Ain’t no pillow talkers in the game |
He’s a dork, he’s a lame |
No you can’t hang with the gang if you ain’t gang |
Boy, I know it, know it, know it |
You ain’t down like a fuckin' doormat |
I’m ridin' 'round lookin' for the money |
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' |
Ring, ring, what’s on my line? |
Girl, it’s that, money, I swear it call all the time |
Bang, bang! |
What’s that? |
— My gun |
I up this muthafuckin' blow it boy, better make it, run |
Ding ding, what’s that? |
A pizza pie? |
If it’s an enemy then I won’t be surprised |
Ding, ding, it’s a friend in a disguise |
Nigga act like they with you, they out to get you — aahhh |
Smokin' on this chimney |
God, look at what you did to me |
I’m high these bitches be feelin' me |
Aye, aye |
GG sports, it’s in the game |
Ain’t no pillow talkers in the gang |
He’s a dork, he’s a lame |
No you can’t hang with the gang if you ain’t gang |
Boy, I know it, know it, know it |
You ain’t down like a fuckin' doormat |
I’m ridin' 'round lookin' for the money |
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' |
Take a picture, it’ll last longer |
That lil lady got an ass on her |
Chief Sosa, he got that cash on him |
Call me Chief YC I got them racks, on racks, on racks on me |
Cloth, I be cuttin' up |
I just fronted you some money and you fuck it up |
Goons with me, money with me, take it, fuck you up |
Boy, you say that you’s a gangsta, gotta look you up |
Buda, look at what you did to me |
Walked in the True Religion store, you know that I got plenty jeans |
Johnny Dang, look at what you did to me |
Walked up in the jewelry store, walk out like a damn mini freezer |
GG sports, it’s in the game |
Ain’t no pillow talkers in the game |
He’s a dork, he’s a lame |
No you can’t hang with the gang if you ain’t gang |
Boy, I know it, know it, know it |
You ain’t down like a fuckin' doormat |
I’m ridin' 'round lookin' for the money |
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin' |