Listen and Download below. American rapper and talented artist, Key Glock, drops off an impressive single titled "Forgive Me". Subscribe to Our Newsletter. You know I'm a monster that hang with some goons (Yeah, yeah). Be the first to comment on this post. I be high as fuck, it feel like my head spinnin′. Yeah, stick on my hip, I put it on him. Chopstick on me, bitch, I eat you like a tuna.
I know I'm fucked up, you know what I'm sayin'? Run up (run it up, run it up), run up if you wanna. Monday 'til Sunday night, be thumbin′, thumbin′, thumbin'. Glock, how you get it? Have the inside scoop on this song? I'm going to get some paper, yeah. I be killin′ shit, lord forgive me for my sins. Because you know I′m ′bout to turn shit up.
Yeah, I know you hear me loud, I be countin' like. How you screamin′ Crip and Blood and ain't been to the land? Yeah, matter of fact, I put it on your whole crew (Baow). Keep killers on the side of me (The side), the back and the front (Front). I be chasin' them racks like Duck, Duck, Goose (Phew, phew). And my bitch is a Barbie, my name Key and not Ken.
I'm humble, but ain't nothin' nice. Yup, jumped off the porch, no pad, no pen. Big dawg, I don′t know ′bout y'all, yeah-yeah. I play this shit off, I keep it so smooth. And if I'm number one, Glizock number two, yeah (Yeah, yeah). Sippin' on Wock', me and my nigga Bart. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Money-hungry-ass nigga, I can't starve. These niggas big cap like Dr. Seuss. Uh, uh, best believe I'ma get it done (Yeah). Double up my cup, I sip lean, not gin. Search Hot New Hip Hop. Uh, yeah, bitch, I′m the man. They like "Where you going Glock?
Every day I be workin', workin' my move (Yeah, yeah). Writer(s): Krishon Obrien Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey Lyrics powered by. Know what I'm sayin? Big Glock is all about his motherfuckin' dough. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. I smoke with demons every night. Key Glock – Forgive Me Lyrics | Lyrics. I walk by fate, yeah, with my pipe. In Glock we trust, on Jesus Christ. Back to: Soundtracks. Hell nah, give me head, keep your draws, yeah-yeah. Stack it tall, money in the floor and wall, uh, uh, yuh. Yeah, yuh, another check again. Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah).
Written: What do you think about this song? Got this bad bitch with a onion, and she got her own money. Keep them squares out your circle and stay on the move. The impressive record serves as the 2nd track off the 5 tracks body of work Project, " PRE5L ". I came in this world and made my own rules (Yeah, yeah).
I ride my McLaren like Mario Kart (Skrrt). Young iced-out nigga going crazy. One thousand dollars, cups of ice. Unplayable so please don't try to play me. And my diamonds be dancin' just like Duke Deuce (Bling). Hitkidd, what it do, man? All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. I put it on him and I put it on you.
Yeah, my wrist cost a 'Rari and my earrings cost a Benz. Yeah, these niggas some serpents, can't let 'em through (Uh-uh). When I fired up my blunt, they like "Who fuck broke the wind? Money on my mind when I jumped out the womb (Yeah). Except my yellow short bus, that's my Rolls-Royce truck. Lil' bitch, I got rich, I ain't got nothin' to prove (Yeah). Yuh-yuh, yuh, yuh (let the band play). I been runnin′ it up, you niggas just been runnin' errands, uh. Key glock forgive me lyrics.com. Nov 25 2018 3:58 pm. In Glock we trust, on God (Yeah). Yeah, turn it up, uh, bitch, I′m the shit, givin′ niggas bubble guts.