Paper Route EMPIRE - Mister Glock 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Paper Route EMPIRE - Mister Glock 2 (en) Lyrics
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Wockhardt all in my kidneys
(Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young nigga,
I got racks stuffed all
in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil'
nigga, you know that I
keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my
money got bigger, now they
calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister Shit
On All His Opps
Yeah, bitch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and
Get That Shit Right Back ‘Cause
It Ain’t Nothin' (Yeah)
Play with Glizock, then you're done
Where I'm from, we shoot shit for fun
Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns
Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions
Sixteen, taking niggas' money
Seventeen, had juggers jumping
Eighteen, got locked up for hustling
Nineteen, made a milli', motherfucker
Paper Route business, motherfucker
I handle my business, motherfucker
Yeah, I get busy, motherfucker
Just mind your business, motherfucker
Run me my digits, motherfucker
Can't sign no dealy, motherfucker
Nah, I can't sign shit unless
it's eight figures, motherfucker
(The fuck?)
Yeah, fuck all that, I
ain't selling my soul
I'll just go back to
selling them 'bows
I'm sticking to the code
I'll never put a bitch
before my dough, no
This on my soul
Everybody know that I keep this
shit on and I keep one on me (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody know Glock don't give a
fuck about a nigga or his homie
Self-made nigga, yeah, I'm a loner
Who want smoke? Yeah,
bitch, I'm a stoner
Ayy, come get your bitch, man,
you must don't want her
Yeah, I beat that thing up
and you know I boned her
Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm
talking 'bout a home run
Now I got this bitch here gone-gone
She said that she love me long-long
Time is money, bitch
I am addicted to hustling, bitch
Remember them days I was
struggling, bitch
Fast-forward that, now
I'm having it, bitch
Yeah, winning, having this shit
Money, choppers and choppers and shit
I keep me a bad-ass addicted
lil' bitch
Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin'
to sip, nigga, I got
Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and
Get That Shit Right Back ‘Cause
It Ain’t Nothin' (The fuck?)
Shit, for real, though
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