| Glizzock
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| Go
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| Ayy
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| These bitches playing games like Nintendo
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| I can’t trust a thing but that man in the mirror
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| I’m scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can’t go
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| These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
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| But I can’t trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
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| My pinky ring just hittin', isn’t it lookin' like a rainbow?
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| These niggas talking down up on the kid, I’ma up that banger
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| Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, «Boy, don’t ever fuck with strangers»
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| On gang, bruh
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| Yep, I keep that flame tucked
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| Yeah, these rappers 'til they get caught then they to singers
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| Yeah, all these bitches thots 'til they get caught then turn to angels
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| (Yeah, all these bitches thots 'til they get caught then turn to angels,
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| the fuck?)
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| Yeah, I just left off the block, they like, «Glock stay dangerous»
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| Yep, I got money in the vault and money on my cranium
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| Yep, money all I think about, don’t give a fuck what they think of me
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| (Yep, money all I think about, don’t give a fuck what they think of me, ayy,
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| yeah)
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| These bitches playing games like Nintendo
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| I can’t trust a thing but that man in the mirror
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| I’m scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can’t go
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| These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
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| But I can’t trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
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| My pinky ring just hittin', isn’t it lookin' like a rainbow?
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| These niggas talking down up on the kid, I’ma up that banger
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| Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, «Boy, don’t ever fuck with strangers»
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| On gang, bruh
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| These niggas thinking they fucking with the kid, they can hang it up
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| Yep, I’ve been flexing harder, I see all my opps been ganging up
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| Them niggas nothing but bitches, tell them pussies pull they panties up
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| Call me Mister Glock or Master Key, I get big bucks, no games boy
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| I get high, I’m on Saturn, boy, quit sneak dissing and at your boy
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| Diamonds fighting like Mike and Roy, I’ll slam your bitch like Randy Orton
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| I be drippin on them boys, Gucci, Louis, Michael Jordans
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| I’ll never beef about a whore, I told you that bitch wasn’t yours (Ha-ha)
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| These bitches playing games like Nintendo (Ha-ha)
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| I can’t trust a thing but that man in the mirror (Yeah)
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| I’m scared to fall in love, baby girl, I just can’t go (Uh)
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| These diamonds on me dancing, I see why she trying to tango
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| But I can’t trust these bitches, switch my hoes more than I change clothes
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| My pinky ring just hittin', isn’t it lookin' like a rainbow?
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| These niggas talking down up on the kid, I’ma up that banger
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| Yeah, real recognize real, grandma said, «Boy, don’t ever fuck with strangers»
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| On gang, bruh
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| Yeah |