Testo Russian Creme - Key Glock
Testo della canzone Russian Creme (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Glock Bond
Ay, I need some more Russians
Yeah, a five-pack
I got big rocks jumpin' out my brand-new Audemar (ice, ice)
Ice, ice baby, uh-huh, I got a whole lot (yeah)
Nigga, you's a nobody (nobody), you ain't got no bodies (no bodies)
These niggas they know 'bout it (Glock), these niggas know 'bout me (Big Glock, fah) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Step up on the scene, diamonds bling, these hos scream
Checkerboard Louis V (Louis), I'm so fresh and so clean, clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans (rackades), slap them 30s in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing, then go smoke a Russian cream
I got money blue and green (racks), drop them racks on double Gs
Yeah, I'm a Gucci fiend, feel like Tarzan, all these trees
I get so high, I can't breathe
Like LeBron, bitch, I'm a king, but I never leave my heat
Yeah, what the fuck you mean? (Fah)
Hop in and hear the exhaust (skrrt), hit the gas, watch me get lost
Tell that bitch keep on her drawers, yeah
Yeah, 'cause you know I want them jaws, yeah
No, you can't text or can't call, no, I got a bitch at the house, yeah
Give that ho straight to my dawg, yeah, dunk that ho like basketball, uh
You know I'm all 'bout my figures, young nigga gettin' them digits
Young niggas goin' gorilla, I heard you be talkin' that pillow
Boy, you know you not no killer, my chopper eat niggas for dinner
My diamonds is ill, make you shiver, this codeine is eatin' my liver
Uh, duh, I drink mud, yuh, pourin' just because
On my rose I spent a dub, yuh, shinin' like a bug
Buy that shit, don't give a fuck, yeah, this hustlin' in my blood
My heart cold, can't show no love, yeah, my grandma raised a thug
Yeah, I bought them racks out, everything I cashed out
Left the lot, I smashed out (skrrt), come get your boss and cash out
Get high 'til I pass out, from the back, she pass out
Pull her tracks, she tap out, big Glock make her spazz out
Step up on the scene, diamonds bling, these hos scream
Checkerboard Louis V, I'm so fresh and so clean, clean
Stuff them bands in my jeans, slap them 30s in them things
Pull the trigger, let it sing, then go smoke a Russian cream
Credits
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Markeyvuis Cathey
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