| I got a MILF bitch, redid her titties
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| And my cougar bitch, her booty got bigger, uh
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| Ridin' in a yellow thing, smokin' on lemon (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Yeah, yellow gold, rose gold, cheese and chili (Uh)
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| You talkin' 'bout money, you know I’ma get it (You know)
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| Yeah, I’ma get it (You know)
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| Yeah, again (What? Uh), again and again and again, yeah (Again)
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| I just hopped out of the Benz and jumped up right in her pants, yeah (Maybach)
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| Bitch, I told you I get it it in (Yeah), I told you that I get it in (Yeah,
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| yeah, yeah), yeah
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| They like, «Glock did it again,» (What?), yeah, bitch, I shitted again (Shitted
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| on 'em, yeah, yeah)
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| One day (One day), told granny we was gettin' rich one day (On God)
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| Yeah, got too much cake, now my tooth ache, uh (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I ran them bands up, nigga, hooray (Hooray)
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| Yeah, I ball out for real, no 2K, uh
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| Got some niggas that’ll knock off your toupée (Yeah)
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| AMG 63 what the coupe say, yeah (Skrrt)
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| Finna pull up on your boo like, «What it do, bae?» |
| (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
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| Huh, what it do? |
| (What it do?), what it do? |
| (What it do?)
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| What it do? |
| What it do? |
| (Huh?)
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| I got juice (Yeah)
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| Mr. Glock, yeah, bitch, you know I got troops (Uh, uh, uh)
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| Come through steppin' on you and your crew, yeah (Steppin')
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| Steppin' on you and your crew (Uh)
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| Big dawg shit, y’all just some little bitty poodles (Big dawg)
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| Y’all just some little bitty poodles, nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), I just keep shittin' on niggas, uh
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| Every time I check my bank account, my eyes get bigger, yeah (Shit get bigger)
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| Every time I’m at a new bank, they like, «Who this nigga?» |
| Yeah (Who is this?)
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| Shinin' from his neck to his ear to his wrist to his finger (Blaow)
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| Yeah, ice blizzard (Huh, woo), yeah
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| Bitch, I’m a stone-cold killer, uh (Yeah, yeah)
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| Smokin' apple fritter (Uh), yeah, you smell me in the building, uh
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| I stabbed so many bitches, they say I’m a serial killer (Uh)
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| Yeah, I told your bitch to bend it over, baby, I made her feel it, uh (Bitch,
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| uh)
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| Yeah, my teeth is Frosted Flake and they like, «Who your dentist?
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| «Yeah (Dentist)
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| I been killin' shit, they tryna get your boy with a sentence, yeah
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| I ain’t got no feelings, I don’t mind flexin' on these niggas (On God)
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| Bitch, I told you
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| One day (Yeah), told granny we was gettin' rich one day (On God)
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| Yeah, got too much cake, now my tooth ache, uh (Too much)
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| Yeah, I ran them bands up, nigga, hooray (Ran it up)
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| Yeah, I ball out for real, no 2K, uh
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| Got some niggas that’ll knock off your toupée (Yeah)
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| AMG 63 what the coupe say, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Finna pull up on your boo like, «What it do, bae?» |
| (Uh), yeah (Yeah)
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| Huh, what it do? |
| (What it do?), what it do? |
| (What it do?)
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| What it do? |
| What it do? |
| (Huh?)
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| I got juice (I got it)
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| Mr. Glock, yeah, bitch, you know I got troops (Yeah)
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| Come through steppin' on you and your crew, yeah (Come through steppin')
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| Steppin' on you and your crew (Yup)
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| Big dawg shit, y’all just some little bitty poodles (Big dawg)
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| Y’all just some little bitty poodles, nigga, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Day , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Son Of A Gun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп