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Key Glock

On My Soul

 

On My Soul

(album: Glock Season - 2017)


I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit won't give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
Bitch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
If he think it's sweet

You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that's on my soul

Got a Alaskan Mink Coat
I feel like a Eskimo
On that iceberg slim shit
You know I got all the hoes
Yeah my neck and wrist froze
You stay close, might catch a cold
These hundreds got my pockets swollen
Hustle till I can't no more, aye
You know I'm a baller
Keep my 9 like Iguodala
Fucking niggas daughters
I get more head then a collar
I'm Hakuna Matata
I got all these bitch you watch
I be fresh to death
Like I just hopped up out a coffin
Styrofoam no coffee
I sip hi-tech not no qualy
Hood bitch sound like cardi
She just want to fucking party
I tossed her with the squad
I turned it to a sausage party
I got money on my noggin
And my finger on the rocket

You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that's on my soul

And I just broke a bitch back
Slam dunk that hoe like shaq
On my Ray Lewis shit
I'm dancing when I get the sack
I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit won't give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
Bitch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
If he think it's sweet
I got to pour me up some lean
Please cause I'm a codeine feen
I'm wide awoke high as hell
But the bitch thought I was sleep
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
When I'm riding in the G wagon
The doors off like a jeep
Just a high-class street nigga
Still trapping out a suite
Glock!

You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that's on my soul

I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That's on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That's on my soul

You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that's on my soul

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