Key Glock - Dirt (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Key Glock - Dirt (en) Lyrics
I'm that nigga
Ceeo, turn that beat up
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cutthroat la familia, nigga
It's a family, not a gang
And not a game
Uh, sick of niggas tryna
throw dirt on my name
Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and
you know I'm gon' bang
I made me some millions, they
think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and
fuck these chains
Made packs disappear,
like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring
My heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man
I got this shit from Dolph, Dolph
It ain't no shame up in my gang
I'm tryna get it off, off
This street shit is just not the same
Most of these niggas soft, soft
I just stay out the way, the way
And collect my bread, my bread
If you get in my way, my way
You get one in the head, head
Goyard full of blues, blues
Sippin' on, sippin' on red, red
Like Worm, I'm 'bout
my money, my money
I smoke your ass, like Craig, Craig
I'm a player, I can show
you how to play it
Yeah, steppin' on niggas, no pledge
Go to sleep with a chop' by the bed
All this ice on me, I need a sled
All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh
Think my Bart chain need a Coke, Coke
Get that money and stack
it, you dig, dig
Nobody like bein' broke, nope
This street shit ain't no joke, joke
Everybody wanna be rich, rich
You gotta get off your ass, your ass
And get up on your shit, your shit
My Moncler in a jet, jet
My Maybach is a ship, ship
My pockets keep gettin' fat, fat
It come from all these chips, chips
Bitch
Run through it like
Shew, shew, shew, yeah
Himmy Boys, Jimmy Neutron
Tim Duncan, South Memphis' finest
Himothy, yeah
Uh
I got this shit from Dolph, yeah
It ain't no shame up in my gang,
I'm tryna get it off
Most of these niggas soft
Won'tcha give me somebody
Yeah
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