Lirik Lagu Bottega Bag - Key Glock
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Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racks (Yeah)Damn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatched (Yeah)They had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him back (Glizock)I gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataracts (Yeah)
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racksDamn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatchedThey had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him backI gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataractsI been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in BlackI fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like ShaqChiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snackYou know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Call me Mr. Stand On Wax, yeah, you know I handle businessTold this bitch play with your pussy, if not that, play with your childrenPlay with La Familia, shit'll get seriousWhen you get richer, niggas get weirderPink and yellow diamonds like tropical SkittlesThese niggas Malcolm, all in the middleYeah, yeah, all in the wayThese niggas soft, crème brûléeI be hustlin', 25/8Never gave a fuck what nobody gotta sayThese niggas broke, this shit a disgraceAye, how is you broke? You should be ashamedReal P-I-M-P, might get me a caneI feel like a scarecrow, I want some brainRight now, fuck around and fell asleep countin'Cutthroat, can't let myself downTryna hang on this end, might drownGet-back gang, turn smiles to frownsI get money without a doubtThese niggas Lids, these niggas capAll that fairytale shit he rapI don't even know why he put that shit outThis ain't my bitch, but I'm all in her mouthObviously I'm Memphis, she lovin' my pimpin'I just left the bank with a large amountIn the club with a snub nose, Scottie PippenI don't even bring my hoes to the houseI'll fuck them in the car, my nigga, I'm differentI told 'em keep it on d-lowYou got a drop, then get in with me
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bagIf you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a SaksCuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sackI flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bagIf you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a SaksCuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sackI flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racksDamn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatchedThey had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him backI gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataractsI been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in BlackI fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like ShaqChiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snackYou know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racksDamn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatchedThey had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him backI gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataractsI been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in BlackI fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like ShaqChiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snackYou know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Call me Mr. Stand On Wax, yeah, you know I handle businessTold this bitch play with your pussy, if not that, play with your childrenPlay with La Familia, shit'll get seriousWhen you get richer, niggas get weirderPink and yellow diamonds like tropical SkittlesThese niggas Malcolm, all in the middleYeah, yeah, all in the wayThese niggas soft, crème brûléeI be hustlin', 25/8Never gave a fuck what nobody gotta sayThese niggas broke, this shit a disgraceAye, how is you broke? You should be ashamedReal P-I-M-P, might get me a caneI feel like a scarecrow, I want some brainRight now, fuck around and fell asleep countin'Cutthroat, can't let myself downTryna hang on this end, might drownGet-back gang, turn smiles to frownsI get money without a doubtThese niggas Lids, these niggas capAll that fairytale shit he rapI don't even know why he put that shit outThis ain't my bitch, but I'm all in her mouthObviously I'm Memphis, she lovin' my pimpin'I just left the bank with a large amountIn the club with a snub nose, Scottie PippenI don't even bring my hoes to the houseI'll fuck them in the car, my nigga, I'm differentI told 'em keep it on d-lowYou got a drop, then get in with me
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bagIf you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a SaksCuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sackI flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
300 racks stuffed in my Bottega bagIf you walk inside my closet, that shit look just like a SaksCuzzo still up in the kitchen, you know he all about a sackI flew to my city, they like, "It's the return of the Mack"
Bottega bag stuffed with 300 racksDamn, lil' mama got a pretty face and her waist snatchedThey had gassed him up like Circle K, now they can't get him backI gave my unc a blunt of what's-his-name, it's for his cataractsI been busy with these racks, strapped up like the Men in BlackI fucked her once, now she attached, Glizock slammin' shit like ShaqChiropractor, work her back, she keep callin' me a snackYou know my rear-view mirror broke, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
