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Young Dolph & Key Glock
Young Dolph & Key Glock

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Tonalità: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Let the band play
Verse 2
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Ay, I'm one ill as s lil' nigga and
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I don't know no one iller
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Yeah, I ran up my figures,
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I made them fuck niggas bitter
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I hang with killers and dealers,
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you niggas nothin' but pretenders
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Yeah, my bank account got bigger
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and this shit still getting realer
Ay, what's up,
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flipper? (what's up?)
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Let me holler at these folks,
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Glock
(What we on?)
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On some
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UGK shit right now, boy,
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ain't nobody triller (nobody)
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Put your faith in the preacher,
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I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
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Crack the seal on a new pint,
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mix it up like a bar tender (pour up)
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God made me a street nigga, in the trap,
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I'm the bishop (yeah)
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Born with drugs in
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my system (yeah)
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I got too much charisma (yeah)
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Pull up at the trap to get some gas
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Man, I need a fill up (strong)
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Grandma said, "Boy,
you ain't got no friends"
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And I still remember (fuck 'em all)
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Every time she see me, she wanna slide
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down my pole (pole)
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Every week I'm in the jewelry store buyin'
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some more (ice)
VVS's dancing around my throat
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(throat), woah (woah)
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I told her just keep on sucking it until she choke,
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she said, "Oh" (oh)
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Go, go,
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go, go, go, go, go (go)
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'Til you can't no more
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Bitch, I'ma get this dough
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until a nigga get it gone
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I rock a lot of gold and I'll rock you
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with that chrome (yeah)
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I just rocked the show and now
I'm finna rock your hoe
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Tell me have you seen the G.O.A.T. ridin'
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the coupe and smokin' dope?
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Ask your bitch, I bet she know who
that pullin' up in that two door
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Yeah, Glizzock, that's for sure,
hold up, that young nigga cold
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I'm so cold, I'll have your nose running,
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bitch, I been road running
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I got new and old money, bitch,
I got loads of it
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I'm hotter than four ovens, bitch,
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you niggas so buggin' (bitch)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah (bitch)
You niggas so buggin'
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We on some
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UGK shit right now, boy,
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ain't nobody triller (nobody)
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Put your faith in the preacher,
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I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
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Crack the seal on a new pint,
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mix it up like a bartender (pour up)
God made me a street nigga, in the trap,
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I'm the bishop (yeah)
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We on some Three 6 shit
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right now, bitch,
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I'm a real sizzurp sipper
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You put your trust up in that bitch and
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don't even trust your nigga
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We blowin' dope straight out the bowl,
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we smoking hard like a chimney
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Yeah, bitch, I know you remember,
I'm still one ill ass lil' nigga
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I wake up and take my
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meds because I'm ill (ill)
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I pump weight in the traphouse, not
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the gym (the gym)
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I ain't never had no patience,
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I need my money pronto (now)
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Got more cars than I can drive but feel like
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I want one more (just one more)
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Got this lil' white bitch with supersized tit
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ties like CoCo (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I pour lean in my iced
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tea (dirty, dirty)
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Whole lot of ice on my white
tee (yeah, yeah)
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Don't none of you monkey hoes excite
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me (bitch, please)
Diamond chains and some
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gangster Nikes
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Yeah, I fucked your wifey twice,
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B (damn)
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She said she never seen a nigga
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like me (it's Dolph)
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Baby boy, quit cryin' to these hoes
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like Tyrese (cry baby)
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Me and my niggas so close, yeah,
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we like Siamese (twins)
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I stanked up the whole neighborhood
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with some loud trees (woo)
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Old lady next door talkin' 'bout,
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"Turn that down please" (ues, ma'am)
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Bitches love my blue teeth, they be like,
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"Can you smile, please" (hahaha)

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