| Let the band play
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| Ayo, Bandplay
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| Ay, fuck luck, got a stick on me
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| I’m a young thug and a rich homie
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| Bad bitch get dick only
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| No money? |
| No, I don’t condone it, uh
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| Yeah, I came in with the Rolly
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| Now I got an AP, baguette white gold, yeah, uh
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| Hell yeah I’m playin' with the shit
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| Young nigga like to flex and everybody know that, uh
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| Yeah, yeah, everybody know (Uh)
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| Everybody know I smoke dope (What)
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| Everybody know (Yup)
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| Everybody know how it go (What)
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| Yeah, I fuck everybody ho (Uh)
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| Everybody know (Duh)
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| Everybody know what I tote (Yeah)
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| Everybody know that my clips are 3−0 or more (Yeah)
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| Everybody say they want smoke (Tsk)
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| Everybody say they want smoke 'til they meet the goat
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| Glock
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| Everybody know (Yeah)
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| It’s a green light, yeah, everything’ll go (Yeah)
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| Eyes real low (Low)
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| Everybody know (Yup)
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| Everybody know I don’t give a fuck about a ho (Ha)
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| I used to keep my whole bank account in the flo' (Yup)
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| Let the carpet hang out the back window (Fuck)
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| Fuck you, your best friend and your kinfolk (Fuck)
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| Police-ass nigga, call 'em Carl Winslow (Fuck)
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| Don’t ask me why I be so fresh (Ayy)
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| Don’t ask me why my ice so wet
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| Four hundred on my neck (Woo)
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| I ain’t spend no rap money yet (Nah)
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| Is she your bitch? |
| (What)
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| Then why she on my dick?
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| But I don’t really like to have sex (Ha)
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| I just love cashin' these checks (Yeah)
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| That shit feel the best (Yeah)
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| Wait until y’all see what’s next (Wait)
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| I just do more, say less (Yeah)
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| M’s wit' a S (Millions)
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| Millions on me, I will not stop 'til I get to a billion
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| No, I can’t stop, got my people dependin'
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| I ran it up, got my real niggas wit' me
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| But some niggas switched and turned into bitches
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| Now in some mansions start hittin' the trenches (Yuh)
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| Too many bands, I can’t bend it (Ice)
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| Too many hoes, I can’t get 'em off
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| Off of me (Of me)
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| Yeah, everybody know I’m a P
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| Everybody know me
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| Everybody know she a freak (Uh)
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| Everybody know she eat me (Uh)
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| Glock, you a beast (Glock)
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| Set a new trend every week (Yup)
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| I spend it like it grow on trees (Guop)
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| Ridin' through the streets (Yup)
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| With Dolph in here, double off the tree
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| Got everybody on Gelato and the Russian Cream, yeah
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| Ay, lemme see that lighter, Glock
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| Mansion on a hill but I come from the slum (Yeah)
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| Wearin' Balenciaga’s like Air Force One
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| I’m not a pimp but got my holdin' bitches down one
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| Black ass nigga like Akon (Dolph)
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| Hustlin' ass nigga, I’m my mama’s son (Yup)
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| Send it to your front door like Amazon (Ayy)
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| Leave it at the front door, ain’t nobody home (Uh)
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| Everybody know that he a real one (Yeah)
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| Been a trap nigga since a lil' one (Yeah)
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| Eatin' like the pilgrims
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| Everybody know that she a bad one (Bad)
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| But yeah, I already had one (Ayy)
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| Now she in her feelings (Ayy)
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| Jackin' the rocks in my ears
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| Let’s get it clear
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| It ain’t money then I can’t hear (What'd you say?)
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| Dolce Gabbana my drip
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| Gun on my hip
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| Don’t get your shit peeled, ayy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pride , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Dum and Dummer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп