| Ayy
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| They got me fucked up
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| Hah, haha, yeah (Sledgren)
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| Big Glock, lil' bitch
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| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh
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| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah
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| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah (Racks)
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| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah
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| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
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| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh
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| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah
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| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah, huh
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| Yeah, and that’s a motherfuckin' fact, yeah
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| Never leave the house without my motherfuckin' strap
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| I was fourteen years old with that motherfuckin' sack, yeah
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| I don’t fuck with none of these rappers, they know that, uh
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| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh
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| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah
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| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah
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| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah
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| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
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| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh
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| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah
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| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah
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| Smoking mack with my unc', he call it 'thrax, uh
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| Yeah, I was thirteen sneakin', geekin', drinkin' Actavis
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| A couple niggas play with us, we turned that ass to dust
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| Don’t let them gas you up, heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga (Nigga), uh
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| Hit your ass up with some slugs
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| I run with hustlers and thugs
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| I got this shit out the mud, nigga (Yeah)
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| Ayy, who want this smoke? |
| I got bud
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| Strapped in the church and the club
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| What the fuck you niggas thought this was? |
| (The fuck?)
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| Ayy, I’m right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh
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| I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah
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| I been getting bag after bag after bag, yeah
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| Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah
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| Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah
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| I’m on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh
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| These niggas pussy cat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah
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| Baby, I’m a player and my daddy was a mack (Gangster)
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| Ayy, why y’all so turnt? |
| Hah
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| I love you, Mr. Glock
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| I love, I love you too, hahaha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Glock , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Yellow Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп