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Key Glock - Mr. Glock (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Rameer Murray
Edward Rameer Murray
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sledgren
Sledgren
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy They got me fucked up Hah, haha, yeah (Sledgren) Big Glock, lil' bitch Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag, after bag, yeah (racks) Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussycat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah Baby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah, huh Yeah, and that's a motherfuckin' fact, yeah Never leave the house without my motherfuckin' strap I was 14 years old with that motherfuckin' sack, yeah I don't fuck with none of these rappers, they know that, uh Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag, after bag, yeah Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussycat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah Baby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack, yeah Smoking mack with my unc', he call it 'thrax, uh Yeah, I was 13 sneakin', geekin', drinkin' Actavis A couple niggas play with us, we turned that ass to dust Don't let them gas you up, heart cold, no mask or gloves, nigga (nigga), uh Hit your ass up with some slugs I run with hustlers and thugs I got this shit out the mud, nigga (yeah) Ayy, who want this smoke? I got bud Strapped in the church and the club What the fuck you niggas thought this was? (The fuck?) Ayy, I'm right back on they ass, yeah, they done made me mad, uh I been keeping calm, constantly keep making cash, yeah I been getting bag after bag, after bag, yeah Presidential shit, I wrap my Maybach matte black, yeah Call me Mr. Glock, shooters in the front and back, yeah I'm on my Memphis shit, these bitches coming in a pack, uh These niggas pussycat, straight cap, Cat in Hat, yeah Baby, I'm a player and my daddy was a mack (gangster) Ayy, why y'all so turnt? Hah I love you, Mr. Glock I love, I love you too, hahaha
Writer(s): Edward Rameer Murray, Markeyvius Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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