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2 for 1 - key glock lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
glizock

[verse]
glock schwarzenegger (yeah), i’ll terminate you (uh)
arts and crafts, n*gga (what?), i’m playin’ with the paper (yeah)
sippin’ syrup, maple (uh), drippin’ in bottega (yeah)
i just pulled up with my chopper like the undertaker
i’m a money maker (yeah), i get it on the wake*up (uh)
i’m a rich n*gga, but i still might pull a caper (yeah)
never been a hater (uh), i stay in my lane (lane)
heater on my waist (waist), it’s a cold game (cold game)
ain’t got no shame (no shame), i’m tryna whack somethin’ (whack somethin’)
round of applause (applause), i’m tryna clap somethin’ (clap somethin’)
yeah, these n*ggas b*tches (b*tches), they need tampons (tampons)
i got ten foreigns (foreigns), told glizock pick one (uh)
[part ii]

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
too many whips, i can’t decide (skrrt, skrrt)
too many b*tches on my d*ck and three many n*ggas hate my grind
ten toes down, i need all of mine
yeah, i be gettin’ money, like, all the time
i might drop a bag, but don’t drop no dimes (uh*uh)
i been runnin’ this sh*t up for a while

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, please pass me my cup, tryna get high, elton john (yeah)
bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run (yeah)
bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run
and ain’t sh*t change, b*tch, i’m still goin’ dumb (yeah)
and dumb (yeah) and dumber (yeah)
i make this sh*t look yeezy, n*ggas masked up like donda (fah)
yellow diamonds on me, this sh*t hittin’ hard like thunder (uh)
i’m all about my bread, every motherf*ckin’ crumble (yeah)
thirty rounds in my g*lock, hit you with a combo (bah)
yeah, i used to be up on the block just like mutombo (yeah)
if it’s about money, then i’m all ears, dumbo (yeah)
i wake up every morning, grab my heat like alonzo, b*tch (uh, uh, uh)
[chorus]
too many whips, i can’t decide (skrrt, skrrt)
too many b*tches on my d*ck and three many n*ggas hate my grind
ten toes down, i need all of mine
yeah, i be gettin’ money, like, all the time
i might drop a bag, but don’t drop no dimes (uh*uh)
i been runnin’ this sh*t up for a while (yeah)

[verse 2]
money comin’ in, i stack it in piles (yeah)
brand new whip came with no miles
like p.o.p., just hold it down
it’s paper over p*ssy, i am not no clown (uh*uh)
if i hold my wrist up, we just might drown
my t*rex pick up a hundred thou’
glizock, i’m a dog, but i do not growl (uh*uh)
but my diamonds bite
i get higher than a satellite
these n*ggas ain’t nothin’ but snakes and mice
gamblin’ with life with a pair of dice
this sh*t ain’t sweet, ain’t paradise (uh*uh)
ran the money up, i ain’t scared of heights
but if i go broke, i might pull a heist
ran the money up, i ain’t scared of heights (uh*uh)
but if i go broke, i might pull a kick door (let’s go)
dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
yeah, i’m all about that dough (yeah)
green light, it’s a go (yeah)
glizock, that’s my bro (yeah)
and it’s bros over hoes (hoes)
yeah, these n*ggas hoes (hoes)
[outro]
uh
glizock
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

- key glock lyrics

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