CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mister Glock 2
(Yo, Mannie)
(Let the BandPlay)
Glizock
Yeah
Yeah
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n***a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (Yeah)
Play with Glizock, then you're done
Where I'm from, we shoot sh*t for fun
Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns
Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions
Sixteen, taking n***as' money
Seventeen, had juggers jumping
Eighteen, got locked up for hustling
Nineteen, made a milli', motherf**ker
Paper Route business, motherf**ker
I handle my business, motherf**ker
Yeah, I get busy, motherf**ker
Just mind your business, motherf**ker
Run me my digits, motherf**ker
Can't sign no dealy, motherf**ker
Nah, I can't sign sh*t unless it's eight figures, motherf**ker (The f**k?)
Yeah, f**k all that, I ain't selling my soul
I'll just go back to selling them 'bows
I'm sticking to the code
I'll never put a b*t*h before my dough, no
This on my soul
Everybody know that I keep this sh*t on and I keep one on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody know Glock don't give a f**k about a n***a or his homie
Self-made n***a, yeah, I'm a loner
Who want smoke? Yeah, b*t*h, I'm a stoner
Ayy, come get your b*t*h, man, you must don't want her
Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her
Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a home run
Now I got this b*t*h here gone-gone
She said that she love me long-long
Time is money, b*t*h
I am addicted to hustling, b*t*h
Remember them days I was struggling, b*t*h
Fast-forward that, now I'm having it, b*t*h
Yeah, winning, having this sh*t
Money, choppers and choppers and sh*t
I keep me a bad-ass addicted lil' b*t*h
Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, n***a, I got
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n***a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (The f**k?)
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
sh*t, for real, though
Yup, yup
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the BandPlay)
Glizock
Yeah
Yeah
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n***a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (Yeah)
Play with Glizock, then you're done
Where I'm from, we shoot sh*t for fun
Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns
Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions
Sixteen, taking n***as' money
Seventeen, had juggers jumping
Eighteen, got locked up for hustling
Nineteen, made a milli', motherf**ker
Paper Route business, motherf**ker
I handle my business, motherf**ker
Yeah, I get busy, motherf**ker
Just mind your business, motherf**ker
Run me my digits, motherf**ker
Can't sign no dealy, motherf**ker
Nah, I can't sign sh*t unless it's eight figures, motherf**ker (The f**k?)
Yeah, f**k all that, I ain't selling my soul
I'll just go back to selling them 'bows
I'm sticking to the code
I'll never put a b*t*h before my dough, no
This on my soul
Everybody know that I keep this sh*t on and I keep one on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody know Glock don't give a f**k about a n***a or his homie
Self-made n***a, yeah, I'm a loner
Who want smoke? Yeah, b*t*h, I'm a stoner
Ayy, come get your b*t*h, man, you must don't want her
Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her
Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a home run
Now I got this b*t*h here gone-gone
She said that she love me long-long
Time is money, b*t*h
I am addicted to hustling, b*t*h
Remember them days I was struggling, b*t*h
Fast-forward that, now I'm having it, b*t*h
Yeah, winning, having this sh*t
Money, choppers and choppers and sh*t
I keep me a bad-ass addicted lil' b*t*h
Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, n***a, I got
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
I'm one money-getting-ass lil' n***a, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow)
Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?)
Glock
Yeah, yeah, Mister sh*t On All His Opps
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm Mister Flex a Lot
Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot
Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost
Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk
Yeah, Mister Spend That sh*t and Get That sh*t Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (The f**k?)
Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock')
I'm one hustling-ass young n***a, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup)
sh*t, for real, though
Yup, yup
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
