Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Igloo, artist - Key Glock. Album song Son Of A Gun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Igloo |
| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh |
| Ayy, yo, turn that-turn that-turn that shit up in my headphones |
| (Let the band play) |
| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue |
| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you |
| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh) |
| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh) |
| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex) |
| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go) |
| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go |
| And you know I’m backin' out the front |
| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk |
| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah) |
| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns |
| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one |
| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah |
| These hoes say that I’m the bomb, these niggas is bums |
| Yeah, I came up from a crumb |
| Yeah, I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I’m a Don (Yeah) |
| These niggas ain’t did what I done (Uh-uh) |
| I done paid dope in my lungs, sticks and them drums |
| Yeah, I got guns like Saddam |
| I did ten hours, made bond, bitch, I’m the one |
| Gettin' this cash by the ton |
| I put some ice on my mom, yeah, bitch, I’m a son of a gun |
| Yeah, I shot hot as the sun, diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond |
| Bitch, I get high as a drum, smokin' exotic, recordin' this song |
| And I just got off the phone, my bitch keep beggin' me to come home (Okay) |
| But I can’t 'cause I’m makin' this plate |
| Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate |
| Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I come a long way |
| I remember them days we was shootin' on the crate |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, get your mouth fixed |
| My gang got everything that yours ain’t |
| Hoppin' out the duty truck, that’s the paper route tank |
| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue |
| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you |
| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh) |
| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh) |
| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex) |
| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go) |
| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go |
| And you know I’m backin' out the front |
| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk |
| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah) |
| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns |
| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one |
| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah |
| Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten |
| My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah) |
| Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shot when I land (Shot) |
| I already came with a bag (Bag) |
| Most of you rap niggas whack, no disrespect (Uh-uh) |
| I’m speaking' nothin' but facts (Facts) |
| Yeah, I’m ballin' hard, wanna bet? |
| (Bet) I got the check (Check) |
| Hit a home run, broke the bat (Yeah) |
| Outta here, bitch, my ear solitaire (Yeah) |
| Just let me hold like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah) |
| Glock, he’s a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah) |
| Hood rich nigga in designer gear (Yeah) |
| Yeah, I hopped out the car, it’s a Hot Wheel (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I pop opps, I don’t pop pills (Yeah) |
| My drop camouflaged but my ice real (Yeah) |
| They be like, «Glock, how this shit feel?"(Huh?) |
| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue |
| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you |
| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh) |
| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh) |
| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex) |
| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go) |
| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go |
| And you know I’m backin' out the front |
| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk |
| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah) |
| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns |
| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one |
| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah |