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letra de fuck all dat - key glock

[intro]
let the band play
i dunno (huh?)

[chorus]
okay, f-ck all this (f-ck that sh-t)
lil’ b-tch, uh, i been gettin’ cash (gettin’ cash, n-gga), b-tch, yo, uh
racks on racks on racks (i’m talkin’ ’bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
big racks, i need my cake like a fat b-tch

[post-chorus]
got baguettes in my richard mille, b-tch, i’m that rich
yuh, i just cracked another seal, b-tch, i’m that sick
yuh, i been hustlin’ for real, now i’m that n-gga
yuh, i been hustlin’ for real, now i’m that n-gga

[verse 1]
yuh, yuh, ayy, i’m nothin’ like these rap n-ggas (nah)
nah, i mean i’m nothing like these rap n-ggas
and that’s a fact, n-gga, yeah, i’m that n-gga (key glock)
can’t get no dap n-gga, but you an get clapped, n-gga (fire)
yeah, my n-ggas gon’ ride or die (pew)
i brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on ninety-nine (huh)
i bet i gun ’em down (yeah), b-tch, we slangin’ iron, uh (slangin’)
yeah, we slangin’ iron, just like it’s the wild, wild west
yes (yes), yes, b-tch, yes, uh, this right here
like a quarter on my chest, yuh, why i do that?
’cause i’ma make that sh-t right back, duh (duh, duh)
duh (stupid), i’ma make that sh-t right back (on god, b-tch)

[chorus]
f-ck all this (f-ck that sh-t)
lil’ b-tch, uh, i been gettin’ cash (gettin’ cash, n-gga), b-tch, yuh, uh
racks on racks on racks (i’m talkin’ ’bout racks), racks, yuh, huh
big racks, i need my cake like a fat b-tch

[verse 2]
yuh, uh, franklins, grants and jacksons, uh
yuh (yeah), b-tch, that’s another backend, uh (that’s another backend)
yuh, a big backend (big backend)
i sure pulled up on your b-tch, i broke her back in (n-gga)
yeah, you shoulda seen how i made her back bend (yuh, n-gga)
and, yeah, i see why you love her, that b-tch nasty (huh)
the type of b-tch to put a front on like she cl-ssy (b-tch)
yeah, she belongs to the streets, that b-tch trashy (trashy, trashy)
yuh, n-ggas sneak dissin’, tell ’em at me
yuh, i’m the same young n-gga from them backstreets (on god)
ridin’ ’round with them thangs on the back seat (on god)
ain’t sh-t changed, mane, huh, i still pack heat (ain’t sh-t changed, mane)

[chorus]
but, uh, f-ck all this (f-ck all that sh-t)
lil’ b-tch, uh, i been gettin’ cash (gettin’ cash, n-gga), b-tch, yuh, uh
racks on racks on racks (talkin’ ’bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh
big racks, i need my cake like a fat b-tch

[outro]
yuh (yuh, yuh)
big glock

- key glock

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