Key Glock - Something Bout Me (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Key Glock - Something Bout Me (en) Lyrics
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Let me tell you niggas lil'
something 'bout me
I got nine cars, they
don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be riding
through the streets
I be getting to the money,
I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs,
but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like
we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it, yeah, young
niggas spinning your block, they
don't even know how to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC
Yeah, big chains sounding
like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain't
worth fifty cent, bitch,
you know I'm a P-I-M-P
If I see this shit, I want
it, I get it, nigga, I ain't
got time for no lease
Snub-nose revolver in my pocket,
I shoot like Scottie Pippin
Bitch, I'm balling, big, big business
Got my own whips, I ain't
doing no renting
I cut the bitch off, I ain't
doing no tricking
Ho, tie your shoes, lil'
bitch, you tripping
Don't get me wrong, I can
show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it,
show you how to flip it
Talking 'bout money, then
you know I'm listening
Money keep calling like,
"Glock, come get me"
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought
a Continental Bentley
Ayy, I love my gang and
fuck who against it
I just dropped a hundred on
the Cutthroat pendant
I'm a self made nigga, never had an OG
You can ask my grandma, ask my cousin,
you can ask my teacher,
you can ask the street (Yeah)
I just be in the cut, so don't get cut,
you know I'm cut, they cut on me
Yeah, real drank sipper,
I don't fight my sleep
Yeah, real hustler, sell
shells on the beach
Yeah, I'm the GOAT, baby, and
these other niggas sheep
Yeah, shooting like Kyrie
if a nigga reach
Yeah, I'm the GOAT, niggas rats,
I can hear 'em squeaking
Ayy, let me borrow your
bitch for the weekend
Jumped out the back of
the Maybach geeking
Spilled some drank on
my Amiris tweaking
Damn, I love my cup like Weezy
Ball so hard, this shit here easy
New car, new watch for no reason
Shorty suck it like she teething
Forty have a nigga leaking
Money talk, you niggas speechless
Money talking, big Glock speaking
Yeah, I got nine cars, they
don't need no key
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