Текст песни
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah. Ayy, this shit right here, dawg. Yeah, uh, yeah. Yeah. Woo! Okay. Yeah. Ayy, this shit crack. Ayy, Drew, this shit loud. On God. On God. Ayy, first thing first, Never too much money. I'm sippin' on some purp, thumbin' through these Blue hundreds. Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt. You gon' let me fuck or somethin'? Yeah, glizock in her tummy, I'm an animal, Jumanji, uh. Please don't run up on me. Show me my opponent. Yeah, you niggas jabroni. And not only that, you phony. Yeah, you niggas don't want it, uh. Go on and board Lil' Homie. Uh, that bullshit, don't condone it. Shoot you, I'm an organ donor, yeah. If you play with me, bitch, I'm goin' out Like Tony. Carbon in the front seat when I'm Ridin' 'round lonely. I get money in my sleep, so I wake Up money hungry. Told that bitch I play for Keeps, you can't play me like no dummy. Key Glock, how you get that foreign? Bitch, bankin' off of tourin'. Where you put all of that money? Damn, your bank roll enormous. I be sinnin', I need some sherm in. I be killin' all my targets. Smoke is smellin' like I farted. Damn, I just fucked up the party. Big pints, no bottles, uh, drinkin' 'til tomorrow. Yeah, bitch, I get dollars, uh, I'm a don Dada. Yeah, Harlem globe trotter, uh, Shoot you and your partner. Uh, racks in my pocket, got me walkin' with A wobble. Yeah, lean with it rock, Uh, sippin' on some Wock'. Yeah, motherfuck the cops, uh, tell 'em, "Suck a cock." Yeah, bitch, I send shots, Uh, nigga, I don't box. Yeah, you know I cannot not stop gettin' these Guap. I pulled up with the top off, Made her panties drop. Yeah, fucked your future wife In my Gucci flip-flops. Talkin' 'bout, "Can she spend the night?" Bitch, kick rocks. Talkin' 'bout, "Can she spend the night?" Bitch, I think not, uh. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold Ayy, Ayy, ayy, ayy. Man, this shit crazy. You ready? Ayy, ayy, check this out. Ayy, dope boy shit, got my Air Max on. Yeah, ridin' down the block, grippin' on my chrome. 44. Yeah, you know what I got. This my money long. Yeah, bitch, this big Glock. These hoes love my songs. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, yeah.
Key Glock — Spazzing Out
«Spazzing Out» — Key Glock. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:15. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
