letra de shame - key glock
[hook]
young n-gg- six figures up
how the f-ck you feel
i pulled up in a coupe
they thought i signed a deal
you don’t look familiar
real recognize real
b-tch i’m money hungry
you know i can’t miss no meal
why the f-ck these n-gg-s so lame, lame, lame
knowing d-mn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain
i’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
[verse: 1]
i’m running to the money
b-tch i feel like usain (bolt)
you talk down on my name
b-tch i [?]
don’t talk down on the gang
the choppa sing eddie kane
stove top glock
b-tch you know i keep the flame
i need everything
b-tch i feel like jesse james
you talking bout running up gwap
i’m on the same thing
you thinking bout running up on me
you gone loose your brain
300 for some flip flops
they like what a shame
n-gg-s talking foul
i’ma take ‘em out the game
stretch a f-ck n-gg-
then i’m going at his chain
n-gg-s talkin foul
i’ma take ‘em out the game
stretch a f-ck n-gg-
then i’m going at his chain
[hook]
young n-gg- six figures up
how the f-ck you feel
i pulled up in a coupe
they thought i signed a deal
you don’t look familiar
real recognize real
b-tch i’m money hungry
you know i can’t miss no meal
why the f-ck these n-gg-s so lame, lame, lame
knowing d-mn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
throwing bullets and ones make it rain, rain, rain
i’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
[verse: 2]
vvs diamonds
dripping on my sleeve and collar
never been a trick
i keep my stick like harry potter
i said vvs diamonds dripping on my sleeve and collar
never been a trick
i keep my stick like harry potter
n-gg-s plotting, watching
pulled up benz, i dropped it
b-tches jaws dropping
smoke kush, i’m a rasta
no, i’m no pill popper
big rocks look like fossil
sh-t dripping like faucet
this sh-t get colossal
this sh-t get colossal
ain’t no talking
i’ll off ‘em
ain’t no talking
i’ll off ‘em
i play with fields of that green
like i’m golfing
[hook]
young n-gg- six figures up
how the f-ck you feel
i pulled up in a coupe
they thought i signed a deal
you don’t look familiar
real recognize real
b-tch i’m money hungry
you know i can’t miss no meal
why the f-ck these n-gg-s so lame, lame, lame
knowing d-mn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang
throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain
i’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame
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