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Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A1 Aufrufe
Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
G5
G5
D
D
Gm
Gm
Gsus4
Gsus4
(Sosa
Gm
Gm
D
D
Gm
Gm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
D
D
G
G
okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
D
D
it ain't no discussion
G
G
Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
D
D
bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
G
G
but ain't no cuddling
D
D
Pillow talking Choppa chop
G
G
ya like bucket shit
D
D
G
G
D
D
Let it burn, let it burn,
G
G
yeah, that Usher shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
G
G
Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
D
D
G
G
Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
D
D
G
G
Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
D
D
G
G
Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
D
D
when I'm cutting it
G
G
Gm
Gm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
G
G
D
D
Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
G
G
Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Gm
Gm
G5
G5
Gm
Gm
Huh, you cannot
Gsus4
Gsus4
touch
Gm
Gm
me
Ain't no talking,
Gsus4
Gsus4
Gm
Gm
ain't no discussion
G5
G5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
Gm
Gm
G5
G5
They do what I say, yeah,
they call me Glock 'Bama
G
G
D
D
G
G
Like second plate, boy,
you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't
talking 'bout funnel
D
D
I get more head than some
G
G
goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick,
he a duck, call him Donald
D
D
G
G
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
G
G
D
D
Fuck these niggas hating, I'ma get this paper
G
G
I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
Dm
Dm
D
D
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
G
G
All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
D
D
I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
G
G
My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
D
D
G
G
D
D
Bullets coming hot just like the queso
Gm
Gm
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
G5
G5
Gm
Gm
to race
Gsus4
Gsus4
'em
Verse 7
Gm
Gm
Straight out it
Gsus4
Gsus4
Gm
Gm
Straight dropping, no flip
Gsus4
Gsus4
Gm
Gm
Yeah, yeah,
G
G
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
D
D
they turning like Timmy
G
G
I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
D
D
I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
G
G
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
D
D
gremlins
G
G
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
G
G
Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
D
D
G
G
She ain't let me fuck,
D
D
G
G
she blew me like soup
D
D
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
G
G
D
D
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
G
G
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
D
D
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
G
G
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,
G
G
blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
G
G
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
G
G
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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