| I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
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| Hop up out the Benz, smell like a pound right now
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| Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can’t wait to crack a smile
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| I’m turned up, can’t turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud
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| Diamond chokers in my neck, wet, I might drown (Yeah)
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| Bitch, I’m playin' with a check, I don’t play around (Yeah)
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| Thumbin' through that cash, yes, I love how it sound (Yeah)
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| School of hard knocks, bitch, got my cap and gown, yeah
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| I ran up my my money, they say I act funny now (Up, what?)
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| Ain’t shit change (What?), I been doin' this since a child, yeah (Glock)
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| Talk of the town, yeah (Glizzock)
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| Slidin' with them rounds (Fire)
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| I never made a sound (Uh-uh)
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| I always held it down (yeah, Glock)
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| Used to jump the other side, now might jump in the crowd, yeah (I'm lit)
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| Rockstar style, yeah (Lit), Glock goin' wild (Yeah, yeah)
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| This ho talkin' foul so I got to put her out (Bitch)
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| I fired up a blunt of loud and said, «Bitch, play with your child»
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| I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
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| Hop up out the Benz, smell like a pound right now
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| Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can’t wait to crack a smile
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| I’m turned up, can’t turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud
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| AMG coupe, yeah, I drip tomato soup, yeah
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| Smooth with the tool, yeah, forty on me full, yeah
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| Hotter than June, ooh (I'm hot), breakin' all the rules, yeah
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| Your bitch just I’m rude (What?), 'cause I can’t be her boo
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| No I can’t be that guy (Uh-uh), baby, I ain’t gon' even lie
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| I can’t trust her, she too fine, but still fuck her 'til she cry
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| Side bitch name Nina, I ain’t gon' lie, she ride or die
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| Yeah I’m talkin' 'bout my nine, I heard you niggas talkin' down
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| Ain’t shit friendly in my city, ridin' with sticks on Shelby Drive
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| And them niggas you see with me, best believe that they gon' fire
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| Don’t need thirty niggas with me, I know Fat gon' ride or die
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| That’s my motherfuckin' guy (Fat), just went and bought him a four-five,
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| yeah (Glock)
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| I be Dolce & Gabbana to the ground on you clowns, yeah
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| Hop up out the Benz, smell like a pound right now
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| Thirty thousand in my mouth, I can’t wait to crack a smile
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| I’m turned up, can’t turn me down, bitch, I made my mama proud (Hell yeah)
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| Nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clowns , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glockoma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп