Maybach Akkorde von
Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A2 Aufrufe
Tonart: Bb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin',
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nigga, ayy)
Yeah
Verse 2
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I jump out of the Maybach,
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Gucci flops and a wave cap (yeah)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
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"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
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Bitch, why you worried? I'm
flexin' on purpose (yeah)
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Killers in my circle (yeah), two straps on me,
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Urkel (fire)
Verse 3
Boom- bada- bing, bitch,
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we tote a lot of things (yeah)
Young nigga eatin',
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watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (yeah)
Benz limousine,
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S600 killed the scene, uh
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Summertime fine,
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she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
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I get dough, Krispy Kreme (dough), bitch,
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this hustlin' in my genes
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Grandma house with collard greens, yeah,
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you know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
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I been pimpin' since a teen,
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can't you tell? Look at my rings (bitch)
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And I'm only twenty- one,
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goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these
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hoes starin' (starin')
Doors up,
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eye candy (what?), Can't park it so I land it
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Bad bitch bandit,
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I want her so I smash it (come here)
I make it look like magic,
yeah, watch me Shaq attack it (yeah)
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I jump out
Verse 4
of the Maybach,
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Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
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"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
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Bitch, why you worried? I'm flex
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in' on purpose (yeah)
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Killers in my circle, two straps on me,
Verse 5
Urk- , yeah (fire, fire)
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Ooh, alley- oop,
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I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
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Feel like Uncle Luke,
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I make these bitches show they boobs, yeah
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Creepin' with your boo around two,
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and the coupe go two somethin'
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Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit,
I'm gruesome (drip)
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Just hopped out of the Maybach
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High as fuck, where my shades at?
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Eighty in my Louis bag,
can't call this a purse, Jack
TSA with big racks, they like,
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"Where you work at?"
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And I don't want no verses, man,
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these niggas too wack (the fuck?)
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Cappin' and they fraud, that's on God,
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yeah (on God), uh
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Lil' nigga livin' extra large
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(large), on God (on God)
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And you know I keep that carbon in my car,
yeah, on God (fire)
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In that big body, sometimes hard to park it,
on God, yeah
Verse 6
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I jump out of the Maybach,
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Gucci flops and a wave cap
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I got all my chains on, but they like,
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"Where your shirt at?" (Yeah)
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Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I'm
flexin' on purpose (flex)
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Killers in my circle,
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two straps on me, Urkel (fire)
Outro 1
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