| I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me
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| And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese
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| Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
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| All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat
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| Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V
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| Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
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| I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
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| They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat
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| I ball too hard bitch, I’m the MVP (yeah, yeah)
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| I’m killin' shit bitch, you know RIP (yeah, yeah, RIP bitch)
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| Let my chopper sing bitch, RNB (RNB)
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| And I sip Hi-Tech bitch, not no MGP (I drink mud)
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| I’m feelin' myself, I asked the mirror on the wall
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| Please tell me who the flyest young nigga of 'em all (Glock)
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| You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball, John Wall (ball)
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| I got a short attention span but like my money tall
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| I got more stripes than a referee
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| I might pierce you with the TEC, you play with me, and
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| Throw you out the game just for a fee
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| I’ma throw you out the game just for a fee
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| I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me
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| And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
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| Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
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| All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat
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| Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V
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| Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
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| I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
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| They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat
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| You can’t be with gang, it ain’t no sign up (you can’t hang with us)
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| We got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap bap)
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| Let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that bitch)
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| Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva (bad bitch)
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| And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider)
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| I’m a Peter Piper, I’m a one nighter (ah yeah)
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| Stabbin' in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut)
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| I pull up burning rubber, nigga bet your title (I'm gone)
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| Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I’m going fast (I'm gone)
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| Goddamn I feel like Flash, I’m racing to that bag
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| Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I’m going fast (I'm gone)
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| Goddamn I feel like Flash, I’m racing to that bag
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| I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me
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| And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese (ching chong)
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| Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street
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| All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat
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| Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V
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| Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud)
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| I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot)
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| They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feeling Myself , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glock Bond, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп