Key Glock - Amen lyrics

[Key Glock - Amen lyrics]

Kill ayy

Woke up this morning
Said my prayers to the lord (Amen)
I thank him 'cause he ain't make me
Like none of these lil' boys, yuh 
(Amen) twenty-two collectin' cars, I still
Call 'em toys, yuh
I been makin' money, these niggas
Ain't makin' no noise, yuh
(Nah)

I ball out, of course, my
New chain cost a Porsche, uh
(Bling) hustlin' is a sport, money hungry
Where my fork? Uh (Grr)
Dead fresh, walkin' corpse
(Fresh) , make your wife ask for divorce, uh
Don't come at me, boy, I'll
Burn you like a s'more, uh
(yeah, yeah)

Rolled back to my hood rollin'
Dope in my Rolls (Royce)
And my AMG sound raggedy, grandma
Like, "What's that noise?", yuh
Try me, it's a tragedy, turn
Your block to a morgue, uh
(yeah) king shit, I'm your majesty
(yeah) , I rock a lots
Of gold (Glizzock, yeah, yeah)
Got six watches, but two of
'em cost a quarter, nigga
(Oh my God)
Yeah, I ran them racks, so now they
Feelin' like I owe 'em, nigga, yuh
Ain't tryna hear shit so I fill
My earlobes up with boulders, nigga, yuh
South Memphis nigga, jewelry
Cold, Minnesota, nigga, yuh
Yeah, I'm bumpin' Three 6, pourin'
Sizzurp in my soda, nigga
Paper Route the gang
(Gang) , we some cutthroat soldiers, nigga
Yellow everythang
Be cautious when your approach a nigga
Cautious, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) , ayy

Woke up this morning
Said my prayers to the lord (Amen)
I thank him 'cause he ain't make me
Like none of these lil' boys, yuh
(Amen) twenty-two collectin' cars, I still
Call 'em toys, yuh
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I been makin' money, these niggas
Ain't makin' no noise, yuh
(Nah, dawg) woke up this morning
Said my prayers to the lord
I thank him 'cause he ain't make me
Like none of these lil' boys, yuh
Twenty-two collectin' cars, I still
Call 'em toys, yuh
I been makin' money, these niggas
Ain't makin' no noise, yuh

I ball out, of course, my
New chain cost a Porsche, uh
(Bling) hustlin' is a sport, money hungry
Where my fork? Uh (Grr)
Dead fresh, walkin' corpse
(Fresh) , make your wife ask for divorce, uh
Don't come at me, boy, I'll
Burn you like a s'more, uh
(yeah, yeah)

Get your ass burnt, nigga (Burnt, nigga)
Yeah, get your ass burnt, nigga
(Burnt, nigga, fire, yeah)
I put in a lot of work, nigga
(I did) , yeah, yeah
Yeah, this shit here out the dirt, nigga
(The dirt, the mud, yeah)
Yeah, all my niggas on alert, uh
If you play, you lay, yeah
Homie, don't get hurt, uh
I just made a play, I'm
About to buy another vert, yeah
Young nigga paid, baby girl
You know my worth (Ayy)

Woke up this morning
Said my prayers to the lord (Amen)
I thank him 'cause he ain't make me
Like none of these lil' boys, yuh
(Amen) twenty-two collectin' cars, I still
Call 'em toys, yuh
(Skrrt) i been makin' money, these niggas
Ain't makin' no noise, yuh
(Hell nah)

I ball out, of course, my
New chain cost a Porsche, uh
Hustlin' is a sport, money hungry
Where my fork? Uh
Dead fresh, walkin' corpse, make your
Wife ask for divorce, uh
Don't come at me, boy, I'll
Burn you like a s'more, uh

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