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spike lee (dj e-clyps remix) [mixed] - key glock lyrics

[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (spike lee)
six figures sittin’ on a **** white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these **** don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (racks)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ****, i might be (yeah)
nine **** and i squeeze it like a hi*c (baow)
talk too much ****, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee
six figures worth of diamonds sittin’ on my white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these **** don’t excite me
young **** playin’ with them m’s since nineteen (yeah)
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans
nine ****, let it squeeze it like a hi*c (baow, baow)
talk too much ****, that’s why they don’t like me
i pop too much ****, that’s why they don’t like me

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m tryna roll up an opp and put him in the air (air)
yeah, if she ain’t right, then the **** gettin’ left
my **** got caught with some bales, made his bail (bail)
look at my left wrist, this **** cold as h*ll (phew)
yeah, i mean cold as ice
one in the head, you better think twice
**** be switchin’, i can’t leave my pipe (pipe)
these **** be switchin’, i can’t leave without it
these **** some ****, these **** be sour
i’ma go get it, i gotta go get it, on my road to riches, these **** some clowns (phew, phew)
the **** came with switches, the maybach got switches the way this **** bouncin’ up and off the ground
i’ma **** a **** **** whenever i see him, just tell mama ‘nem hold it down (yeah)
since i was six, i was man of the house (house)
ten years later, playing ’round with a ****
ayy, i didn’t play then and i don’t play now (now)
can’t name one **** touched me
in a two*seater with a whole hundred **** (****)
cap, you ain’t never ever seen a hundred ****
yeah, i used to serve my uncle ****
auntie talking ’bout, “do the right thing”
[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (yeah)
six figures sittin’ on a **** white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these **** don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ****, i might be
nine **** and i squeeze it like a hi*c (hi*c)
talk too much ****, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me

[verse 2]
ayy, two twin **** on me like i’m a pisces
gucci with the j’s, ayy, you know i’m not a hypebeast (uh*uh)
**** ain’t really on ****, just typing
dog***** ****, i be runnin’ with some hyenas
ayy, **** ain’t really on ****, just typin’
dog***** ****, i be hangin’ with some hyenas
i made it off the block, then made a couple million, then got me a spot out there by the white people (yeah)
just **** around, spilled some wock’ on my wife beater (wock’, wock’)
left wrist like ike, right wrist like tina
talk to therapists, i like money, i don’t like people
ridin’ in the amg benz, i don’t like beamer
skeleton ap, ****, i’m the reaper
stay fresh to death, yeah, this young **** lethal
i got that bag, yeah, that bag, i’ma keep it
and i got it on me, this **** not a secret
[chorus]
chrome heart frames on my face like spike lee (spike lee)
six figures sittin’ on a **** white tee
screamin’, “mob,” these **** don’t excite me (excite me)
i been playin’ with them m’s since nineteen
racks too big, so i barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
she like, “boy, you geeked up,” ****, i might be
nine **** and i squeeze it like a hi*c
talk too much ****, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me

- key glock lyrics

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