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Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A1 Aufrufe
Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
D5
D5
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Dm
Dm
Dsus4
Dsus4
(Sosa
Dm
Dm
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Dm
Dm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
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okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
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it ain't no discussion
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Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
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bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
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but ain't no cuddling
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Pillow talking Choppa chop
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ya like bucket shit
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Let it burn, let it burn,
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yeah, that Usher shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
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Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
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Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
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Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
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Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
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when I'm cutting it
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Dm
Dm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
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Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
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Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Dm
Dm
D5
D5
Dm
Dm
Huh, you cannot
Dsus4
Dsus4
touch
Dm
Dm
me
Ain't no talking,
Dsus4
Dsus4
Dm
Dm
ain't no discussion
D5
D5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
Dm
Dm
D5
D5
They do what I say, yeah,
they call me Glock 'Bama
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Like second plate, boy,
you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't
talking 'bout funnel
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I get more head than some
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goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick,
he a duck, call him Donald
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Don't trust a soul,
got that from my mama
Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama
Hell, nah (uh, uh)
Verse 6
D
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Fuck these niggas hating, I'ma get this paper
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I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
Am
Am
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I cock, then shoot like McGrady
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All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
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I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
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My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
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D
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Bullets coming hot just like the queso
Dm
Dm
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
D5
D5
Dm
Dm
to race
Dsus4
Dsus4
'em
Verse 7
Dm
Dm
Straight out it
Dsus4
Dsus4
Dm
Dm
Straight dropping, no flip
Dsus4
Dsus4
Dm
Dm
Yeah, yeah,
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D
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 8
I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
Got a FN squeezing like lemons
Watch the niggas 'cause
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they turning like Timmy
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I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
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I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
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I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
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gremlins
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Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
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Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
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She ain't let me fuck,
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she blew me like soup
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Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
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Big Backwoods blow like a flute
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Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
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Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
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Your rent's due, nigga,
it's time to move (get out)
Verse 10
Out the mud, now I'm foreign in public
Sipping mud,
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blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
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Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
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Ain't 'bout the money,
it ain't no discussion
Ain't talking money,
ain't talking 'bout nothing
Don't give me something,
I want all or nothing
Don't give me something, I want all or nothing

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