letra de toolie - key glock
[intro]
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
(cldhrt)
yeah
[chorus]
ayy, before i brush my t–th, i grab my motherf-ckin’ toolie (yeah)
i be gettin’ money, money what i be pursuin’ (yeah)
i’m ’bout a check for real, yeah, these other n-ggas goofy (goofy ass n-ggas)
i’m still the same n-gga, i’m just ridin’ in a new benz (skrrt)
[post-chorus]
yeah, i keep that waka flocka flame up on me, oh, let’s do it (let’s do it)
i never f-cked with tattletales, i never ran with loose lips
i never been the type to talk about it, b-tch, i do this
yep, i’m the one they talk about, but n-ggas ain’t gon’ do sh-t (uh-huh)
[verse]
these n-ggas artificial, yeah, they fake (yeah)
and these n-ggas pay for p-ssy, and lord knows i can’t relate (right)
yeah, you know i’m on the paper route, these n-ggas in the way
yeah, we do whatever we wanna do, my n-gga, i can’t complain (d-mn)
ayy, i ain’t got sh-t else to buy, so i’m finna go cop that wraith (ayy)
yeah, i can’t beef about these b-tches, type of games that i don’t play (ayy)
yeah, i’m one fly ass, cold ass n-gga, i tote seven-eleven bar just lay (ayy)
and when i had made my first million, i ain’t gon’ lie that sh-t felt great (yeah, yeah), ayy (yeah)
my double r truck sticked up, just like a tank (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
these n-ggas wanna be like glock, but know they can’t (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
say you gonna do what? boy, no, you ain’t (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
you must be gettin’ too high, the f-ck you think? (ayy)
my shooter shootin’ sh-t up, boy, ain’t no blinkin’ (yeah)
this world is cold as f-ck, yeah, so this heater be my blanket (bah)
yeah, i still don’t trust these b-tches, lord knows that these hoes be janky (yeah)
i just looked up in the mirror (yeah), and told that n-gga, “you that n-gga, n-gga, face it” (glizock)
[chorus]
ayy, before i brush my t–th, i grab my motherf-ckin’ toolie (yeah)
i be gettin’ money, money what i be pursuin’ (yeah)
i’m ’bout a check for real, yeah, these other n-ggas goofy (goofy ass n-ggas)
i’m still the same n-gga, i’m just ridin’ in a new benz (skrrt)
[post-chorus]
yeah, i keep that waka flocka flame up on me, oh, let’s do it (let’s do it)
i never f-cked with tattletales, i never ran with loose lips
i never been the type to talk about it, b-tch, i do this
yep, i’m the one they talk about, but n-ggas ain’t gon’ do sh-t (uh-huh)
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