Lyrics Key Glock – Already Know
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Taliband shit
G-L-O-cock
I’m sippin’ codeine, not the beer
These chandeliers drip off my ear
I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear
They like look at this nigga here
My ice had her stuck like a deer
These niggas ain’t non but some queers
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know, they already know
Already know I got straps
Already know I got racks
Already know I got packs
I really been in the trap
I really ran thru them sacks
I got 2-9 warren sap
I fuck your bitch from the back then
I burn her head like my back end
Losing count its gettin depressing
These memphis hoes love me like Elvis
I might change my last name to Presley
Can’t fall in love cause I’m too selfish
This lean got me peircey R. Kelly
My niggas, they rolling like kelly
They air force stomping like Nelly
I’m sippin’ codeine, not the beer
These chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure
I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear
They like look at this nigga here
My ice had her stuck like a deer
These niggas ain’t non but some queers
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know, they already know
Already know I got hittas
Already know I pull triggers
Already know I’m that nigga
Already know you ain’t no killa
All this ice make your bitch shiver
Promethazine eating my liver
You know how I rock just like Jigga
Stacking jacksons I’m walkin like thriller
That’s something you already know
Bankroll so big need ya bulge
My niggas they come take ya ?
My niggas they is so bold
Run with my friends pourin fo’s (4’s)
You ain’t my friend you a foe
I run this shit ya you know it
Call me lil Glock Jesse Owens
I’m sippin’ codeine, not the beer
These chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure
I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear
They like look at this nigga here
My ice had her stuck like a deer
These niggas ain’t non but some queers
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know
I count up until my thumb broke
I’m strapped up just like G.I. Joe
That’s something they already know, they already know
