Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orville Redenbacher, artist - Key Glock. Date of issue: 11.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Orville Redenbacher |
| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up |
| The Fuck! |
| Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher |
| Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller |
| Ain’t no more Impalas, foreign push to start up |
| Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment |
| Uh, Big Glock, Don’t know what you thought, hoe |
| So much guap, it hurts when I walk, uh |
| Let my money talk, designer to the socks |
| Bitch, I love to floss, look what I just bought, uh |
| Duh, yeah |
| Balling just because |
| Duh, every chain at least a dub |
| Yeah, walking in, I make it flood |
| Duh, in the club I got my slugs |
| With some Crips and Bloods, duh |
| Yeah they show me love |
| Nigga, you’s a scrub, uh, yeah you just a dub |
| Never gave a fuck, yeah, boy you know whats up |
| Pulling in the foreign, uh, duh, you know that’s us, uh |
| Y-yeah that’s me |
| Six chains, Mr. T, uh, yeah |
| You know me |
| Smoking on the Russian Creams |
| «There go Glock», she’s like «man of my dreams», yeah |
| No I’m not, bitch, you ain’t my cup of tea |
| No, I can’t fuck with thot hoes |
| I cannot go |
| Bitches jaw drop, hoe |
| I got them knots, hoe |
| Riding Forgiatos, and dodging pot holes |
| Smoking on gelato, I hit the lotto |
| Cuban links white gold, I-I'm a light show |
| Tennis chains on froze, y-yellow and rose |
| Choppers like the gun show, they legal and stole |
| Hotter than the damn stove, who left the eye on? |
| Diamonds dancing, pop rocks, playing hop-scotch |
| Jumping out my wrist watch, guess how much this cost |
| Could’ve bought a big house, but iced my wrist out |
| Never been a sit down, you’re just a sit down |
| Why these niggas playing, yeah, they know that I’m spraying |
| Bitch, I’ve been the man since I had diapers in my pants |
| I can’t make my mind up on a Wraith or a McLaren |
| Bragging, I’m just saying, bitch, I’m playing with these bands |
| Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher |
| Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller |
| Ain’t no more Impalas, foreign push to start up |
| Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment |
| Uh, Big Glock, Don’t know what you thought, hoe |
| So much guap, it hurts when I walk |
| Let my money talk, designer to the socks |
| Bitch, I love to floss, look what I just bought, uh |