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letra de glockaveli (mixed) - key glock

[verse 1: key glock]
cutthroat n-gga (yeah)
at the same time, i’m ’bout my dope, n-gga (’bout my dope, yeah)
i’m a go-getter (yeah)
.45 on me, turn you to a ghost, n-gga (fah, fah)
no n-gga (no), on this earth can treat me like a ho, n-gga (yeah)
you ain’t know, n-gga, that these b-tches call me the goat, n-gga? (yeah)
glizock, i’m your majesty, i take you out like applebee’s (uh)
all these b-tches after me, if they could, they would tackle me (yeah)
n-ggas sneak dissin’ ’bout these hoes, yeah, that sh-t baffle me (haha)
everything these n-ggas tell these b-tches, it gets back to me
ol’ lame-ass, hatin’-ass, peon-ass n-gga (ayy)
yeah, they call me mr. glock, i press a b-tton and send a missile (fah)
soon as i get in the car (skrrt, skrrt), she try to suck it through the zipper
yeah, these n-ggas hatin’ on me, they hated god and flippa (yeah, yeah)
ten toes down, i’m standin’ tall, goin’ all in, n-gga (yeah)
you f-ck with the other side, i don’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas (uh-uh)
glizock, that’s my dog five life (five life)
you know i’ma ride with ’em (let’s go)
if you ever go against him better run and hide, n-gga (pow, pow, pow, pow)

[chorus: key glock & rickie boger]
i put that money up for my (baby, baby)
(yeah, yeah, let’s go)
these hoes can’t have my (baby, baby)
(h-ll no)
been sippin’ too much drink, they told me to (better slow down)
(woo)
been goin’ too d-mn hard, they told me to (slow down)
(woo, let’s go)
[verse 2: key glock]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
i’ve been doin’ my thang, these n-ggas been all up in the way (the f-ck?)
g-l-o-c-k, i pop a n-gga like a bottle of ace (fah)
got a thousand runners where i stay (fah, fah, let’s go)
diamonds dance, harlem shake (yeah)
for my birthday, i got a new glock (fah, fah, fah, glizock)
i’m screamin’, “f-ck these n-ggas,” lately, i’ve been bumpin’ 2pac (yeah)
the sh-t is still major (skrrt), smoke a n-gga like a moon rock (bop, bop, baow)
came out the house today, chrome heart down to the tube sock (phew, phew, woo, you dig? let’s go)

[chorus: key glock & rickie boger]
i put that money up for my (baby, baby)
(yeah, yeah, let’s go)
these hoes can’t have my (baby, baby)
(uh-uh, h-ll no)
been sippin’ too much drink, they told me to (better slow down, woo)
been gettin’ too much cake and i can not (slow down)

[outro: key glock & rickie boger]
yeah, yeah (baby, baby)
yeah, yeah (baby, baby, baby, slow down)
(you better slow down)
south memphis finest (south memphis finest)

- key glock

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