| I be turned up to the max
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| Look Glock broke the thermostat
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| Fuck your bitch and give her back
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| I take your shit won’t give it back
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| Now I got money, money, money, money
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| Bitch we play for keeps
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| And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
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| If he think it’s sweet
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| You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
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| I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
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| I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
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| I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul
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| Got a Alaskan Mink Coat
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| I feel like a Eskimo
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| On that iceberg slim shit
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| You know I got all the hoes
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| Yeah my neck and wrist froze
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| You stay close, might catch a cold
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| These hundreds got my pockets swollen
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| Hustle till I can’t no more, aye
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| You know I’m a baller
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| Keep my 9 like Iguodala
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| Fucking niggas daughters
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| I get more head then a collar
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| I’m Hakuna Matata
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| I got all these bitch you watch
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| I be fresh to death
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| Like I just hopped up out a coffin
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| Styrofoam no coffee
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| I sip hi-tech not no qualy
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| Hood bitch sound like cardi
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| She just want to fucking party
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| I tossed her with the squad
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| I turned it to a sausage party
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| I got money on my noggin
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| And my finger on the rocket
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| You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
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| I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
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| I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
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| I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul
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| And I just broke a bitch back
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| Slam dunk that hoe like shaq
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| On my Ray Lewis shit
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| I’m dancing when I get the sack
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| I be turned up to the max
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| Look Glock broke the thermostat
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| Fuck your bitch and give her back
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| I take your shit won’t give it back
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| Now I got money, money, money, money
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| Bitch we play for keeps
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| And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
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| If he think it’s sweet
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| I got to pour me up some lean
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| Please cause I’m a codeine feen
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| I’m wide awoke high as hell
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| But the bitch thought I was sleep
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| I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
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| I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
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| When I’m riding in the G wagon
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| The doors off like a jeep
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| Just a high-class street nigga
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| Still trapping out a suite
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| Glock!
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| You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
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| I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
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| I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
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| I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul
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| I never loved the bitch more than the dough
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| That’s on my soul
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| I never loved the bitch more than the dough
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| That’s on my soul
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| I never loved the bitch more than the dough
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| That’s on my soul
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| I never loved the bitch more than the dough
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| That’s on my soul
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| You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
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| I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
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| I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
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| I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Soul , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glock Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп