Testo Pride - Key Glock
Testo della canzone Pride (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Dum and Dummer
Bitch, what, what, what?
(Let the BandPlay)
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get back, Glizock
(Yeah) uh, uh
(Fuck) uh, uh, uh, uh
Trust that bitch? I don't trust that bitch
Fuck around there, dog?
Hey, come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
.45 on my hip so don't think I'ma lick, dog
Don't try, Gangnam turn your block into a fish fry
(Yeah!) Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitaires, they too bright, yuh
I got too much pride, yeah, flexin' all the time
From the bottom, then I climbed, yeah, I came from nicks and dimes
Dark shades like I'm spyin', yeah, Versace's on my eyes
And I'm chillin' with some fine, but she ain't even mine
Come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
.45 on my hip so don't think I'm a lick, dog
Don't try, Gangnam turn your block into a fish fry
(Yeah!) Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitaire, they too bright, yuh
I got too much pride, bitch, I ain't never lie
Yeah, I heard money is time, so I spent some time to shine
Play with me, I seen ya fly, I drop bodies and not dimes
Yeah, my young niggas wild, make the opps throw in the towel
Yeah, gang run the town, ayy, you keep actin' crazy
Like PJ won't take it down, yuh, these Glocks ain't got safetys
Ain't no way we playin' 'round, nah, we just paper chasin'
If you ain't, then get from 'round me, I hope you understand
Come get yo' bitch, dog
Why she all up, all up, all up, all up on my dick, dog?
I know why, it's because she seen my neck and wrist, dog
.45 on my hip so don't think I'ma lick, dog
Don't try, Gangnam turn your block into a fish fry
(Yeah!) Guess you're big time
Goodbye, lay yo' ass down, nigga, I chase dead guys, uh
Now my legs tired, yeah, I ball big time
On my ears, my rim size, solitaires, they too bright, yuh
(I got too much pride, bitch)
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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines
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