| Young nigga six figures up
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| How the fuck you feel
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| I pulled up in a coupe
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| They thought I signed a deal
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| You don’t look familiar
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| Real recognize real
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| Bitch I’m money hungry
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| You know I can’t miss no meal
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| Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame
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| Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
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| Throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain
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| I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
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| I’m running to the money
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| Bitch I feel like Usain (Bolt)
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| You talk down on my name
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| Bitch I
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| Don’t talk down on the gang
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| The choppa sing eddie kane
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| Stove top Glock
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| Bitch you know I keep the flame
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| I need everything
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| Bitch I feel like Jesse James
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| You talking bout running up gwap
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| I’m on the same thing
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| You thinking bout running up on me
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| You gone loose your brain
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| 300 for some flip flops
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| They like what a shame
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| Niggas talking foul
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| I’ma take ‘em out the game
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| Stretch a fuck nigga
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| Then I’m going at his chain
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| Niggas talkin foul
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| I’ma take ‘em out the game
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| Stretch a fuck nigga
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| Then I’m going at his chain
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| Young nigga six figures up
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| How the fuck you feel
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| I pulled up in a coupe
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| They thought I signed a deal
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| You don’t look familiar
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| Real recognize real
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| Bitch I’m money hungry
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| You know I can’t miss no meal
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| Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame
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| Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
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| Throwing bullets and ones make it rain, rain, rain
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| I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
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| VVS diamonds
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| Dripping on my sleeve and collar
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| Never been a trick
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| I keep my stick like Harry Potter
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| I said VVS diamonds dripping on my sleeve and collar
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| Never been a trick
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| I keep my stick like Harry Potter
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| Niggas plotting, watching
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| Pulled up benz, I dropped it
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| Bitches jaws dropping
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| Smoke kush, I’m a Rasta
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| No, I’m no pill popper
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| Big rocks look like fossil
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| Shit dripping like faucet
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| This shit get colossal
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| This shit get colossal
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| Ain’t no talking
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| I’ll off ‘em
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| Ain’t no talking
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| I’ll off ‘em
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| I play with fields of that green
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| Like I’m golfing
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| Young nigga six figures up
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| How the fuck you feel
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| I pulled up in a coupe
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| They thought I signed a deal
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| You don’t look familiar
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| Real recognize real
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| Bitch I’m money hungry
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| You know I can’t miss no meal
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| Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame
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| Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
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| Throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain
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| I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shame , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glock Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп