Key Glock — Igloo: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Igloo

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Трек «Igloo» вышел в 22 мая 2020 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Paper Route EMPIRE»)Son of a Gun

Информация о песне

АльбомSon of a Gun

Дата релиза22 мая 2020 г.

ЛейблPaper Route EMPIRE

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM63

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Key Glock

Рэп

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Adolph Thornton

Adolph Thornton

Автор песен

Krishon Gaines

Автор песен

Markeyvius LaShun Cathey

Markeyvius LaShun Cathey

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Bandplay

Продюсер

Слова

[Intro]

Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, turn that, turn-turn that, turn that shit up in my headphones

[Instrumental]

Let the BandPlay

[Chorus]

Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo

You **** softer than tissue

Trust me, you don't want no issues

I'll make sure your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)

Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)

Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)

Come take you out like the rent's due, uh

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up

Uh, engine in the back, not the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh

I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)

Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh

They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah

[Verse 1]

These hoes say that I'm the bomb, these **** is bums

Yeah, I came up from a crumb (Yeah)

Yeah I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I'm a don (Yeah)

These **** ain't did what I done (Uh-uh)

Hot and paid, dope in my lungs (Yeah), sticks and them drums

Yeah, I got guns like Saddam

Locked up ten hours, made bond (Yeah), bitch, I'm the one (Yeah)

Gettin' this cash by the ton (Yeah)

I put some ice on my mom (Ice, yeah)

Yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun (Son of a gun)

Yeah, I shine hot as the sun (Shine)

Diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond

Bitch, I get high as a drone

Smokin' exotic, recordin' this song

Yeah, and I just got off the phone

My bitch keep on beggin' for me to come home (Okay)

Baby, I can't 'cause I'm makin' this play

Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate

Yeah, young **** ballin', bitch, I came a long way

I remember them days when you would shoot on the crate (Ball)

Yeah, if you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, get out my face

My gang got everything that yours ain't

Hoppin' out the dually truck, that's the Paper Route tank (Skrrt)

[Chorus]

Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo

You **** softer than tissue

Trust me, you don't want no issues

I'll make sure your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots

Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)

Play with the kid, they come get you

Come take you out like the rent's due (Uh)

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up

Uh, engine in the back, not the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)

I might drop my top just for fun

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)

Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh

They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah

[Verse 2]

Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten

My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah)

Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shop when I land (Shop)

I already came with a bag (Bag)

Most of you rap **** whack (Whack), no disrespect (Uh-uh)

I'm speakin' nothin' but facts (Facts)

I'm ballin' hard, wanna bet? (Bet) I got the check (Check)

Hit a home run, broke the bat

Outta here, this right there is solitaire (Yeah)

Jets will have you hold it like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah)

Glock, he's a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah)

Hood rich **** in designer gear (Yeah)

Yeah, I hopped out the car, it's a Hot Wheel (Yeah, hopped out)

Bitch, I pop opps, I don't pop pills (Yeah)

My drop camouflaged but my ice real, uh (Yeah)

They be like, "Glock, how this shit feel?" (Huh?)

[Chorus]

Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo

You **** softer than tissue

Trust me, you don't want no issues

I'll make sure your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots

Stand on my money, I'm 10'2"

Play with the kid, they come get you

Come take you out like the rent's due, uh

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up

Uh, engine in the back, not the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)

I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)

Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh (One)

They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah

Written by: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey

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