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• Artiste: Key Glock
• Titre: Ya Feel Me
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(BandPlay) Uh, ayy Money comin', money goin' Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4 Count guap, it got my thumbs sore Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah) I got money runnin' through my pores Yeah I'm up, but I want some more Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' bitch) I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it" I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's I got the double R truck now I want the one with no cеilings (Ya feel me?) I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it I been countin' so much monеy my head just start spinnin' And speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like "Glock, you wicked" I been sippin' so much Wock, like motherfuck my kidneys I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies Money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin' Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn Ex bitch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest Think about money when I yawn, yeah, some of mine every mornin' (Bitch) I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh) Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (Shh) I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin' (Yuh) I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (Nigga) I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga Hundred racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rams, nigga Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these nigga hoes just sound killa Can't get to steppin' like Pam, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Money comin', money goin' Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4 Count guap, it got my thumbs sore Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' bitch) I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it" I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)