Key Glock - Bottega Bag (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Key Glock - Bottega Bag (en) Lyrics
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Bottega bag stuffed with three
hunnid racks (Yeah)
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face
and her waist snatched (Yeah)
They had gassed him up like
Circle K, now they can't
get him back (Glizock)
I've gave my uncle a blunt
of what's-his-name, it's for
his cataracts (Yeah)
Bottega bag stuffed with
three hunnid racks
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty
face and her waist snatched
They had gassed him up like Circle
K, now they can't get him back
I've been busy with these racks
Strapped up like the Mеn
in Black (Fah, fah)
I fucked her once, now shе attached
Glizock slammin' shit like Shaq (Yeah)
Chiropractor, work her back (I work)
She keep callin' me a snack
You know my rearview mirror
broke (Broke)
Nigga, ain't no turnin'
back (The fuck?)
Call me “Mr. stand on wax” (Wax)
Yeah, You know I handle business
(Yeah, Glizock)
Told this bitch play with
your pussy (Your pussy)
If not that, play with
your children (Yeah)
Play with La Familia, shit'll
get serious (Ayy)
When you get richer,
niggas get weirder
Pink and yellow diamonds like
tropical skittles (Ayy)
These niggas Malcom, all
in the middle (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, all in the way
These niggas soft, crème brûlée (Ayy)
I be hustlin', 25/8 (Yup)
Never gave a fuck what nobody
gotta to say (Ayy)
These niggas broke, this
shit is disgrace
Ayy, how is you broke? You should
be ashamed (Ashamed)
Real P-I-M-P, might get me a cane
I feel like a scarecrow, I
want some brain (Brains)
Right now (Right now), uh (Yeah)
Fucked around fell asleep countin'
Cutthroat, can't let myself
down (Cutthroat)
Tryna hang on this end,
might drown (Drown)
Get-back gang, turns smiles
into frowns (Yeah)
I get money without a doubt (No doubt)
These niggas lids, these
niggas cap (Cap)
All that fairytale shit he rap (Hey)
I don't even know why he put
that shit out (The fuck?)
This ain't my bitch, but I'm all
in her mouth (Ayy, mouth)
I'm from South Memphis, she
lovin' my pimpin' (Yeah)
I just left the bank
with a large amount
In the club with a snub nose,
Scottie Pippen (Fah)
I don't even bring my
hoes to the house
I fuck them in the car, my
nigga, I'm different
I told 'em keep it on d-low
You got a drop, then get in with me
Three hunnid racks (Racks, racks),
stuffed in my Bottega bag (Yeah)
If you walk inside my closet, that shit
look just like it Saks (Yeah)
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen
(Skrrt, skrrt), you know
he all about a sack (Yeah)
I flew to my city, they like "It's
the return of the Mack" (Yeah)
Three hunnid racks stuffed
in my Bottega bag
If you walk inside my closet, that
shit look just like it's Saks
Cuzzo still up in the kitchen,
you know he all about a sack
I flew to my city, they like
"It's the return of the Mack"
(Return of the Mack)
Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face
and her way snatched (Yeah)
I've gave my uncle a blunt
of what's-his-name, It's for
his cataracts (Yeah)
Strapped up like the Men
in Black (Fah, fah)
I fucked her once, now she attached
Chiropractor, work her back (Work)
You know my rearview mirror broke
Nigga, ain't no turnin' back
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