Key Glock - Orville Redenbacher lyrics
[Key Glock - Orville Redenbacher lyrics]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up the Fuck!
Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
Ain't no more Impalas
Foreign push to start up
Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
Uh, Big Glock, Don't know what you thought
Hoe so much guap, it hurts when I walk, uh
Let my money talk, designer to the socks
Bitch, I love to floss, look
What I just bought, uh
Duh, yeah balling just because
Duh, every chain at least a dub
Yeah, walking in, I make it flood
Duh, in the club I got my slugs
With some Crips and Bloods, duh
Yeah they show me love
Nigga, you's a scrub, uh, yeah you just a dub
Never gave a fuck, yeah
Boy you know whats up
Pulling in the foreign, uh, duh
You know that's us, uh
Y yeah that's me six chains, Mr t, uh, yeah
You know me smoking on the Russian Creams
"There go Glock", she's like
"man of my dreams", yeah
No I'm not, bitch, you ain't my cup of tea
No, I can't fuck with thot hoes i cannot go
Bitches jaw drop, hoe i got them knots, hoe
Riding Forgiatos, and dodging pot holes
Smoking on gelato, I hit the lotto
Cuban links white gold, II'm a light show
Tennis chains on froze, y-yellow and rose
Choppers like the gun show
They legal and stole
Hotter than the damn stove
Who left the eye on?
Diamonds dancing, pop rocks
Playing hop-scotch
Jumping out my wrist watch
Guess how much this cost
Could've bought a big house
But iced my wrist out
Never been a sit down, you're just a sit down
Why these niggas playing, yeah
They know that I'm spraying
Bitch, I've been the man since I
Had diapers in my pants
I can't make my mind up on
A Wraith or a McLaren
Bragging, I'm just saying, bitch
I'm playing with these bands
Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
Ain't no more Impalas
Foreign push to start up
Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
Uh, Big Glock, Don't know what you thought
Hoe so much guap, it hurts when I walk
Let my money talk, designer to the socks
Bitch, I love to floss, look
What I just bought, uh
Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
Ain't no more Impalas
Foreign push to start up
Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
Uh, Big Glock, Don't know what you thought
Hoe so much guap, it hurts when I walk, uh
Let my money talk, designer to the socks
Bitch, I love to floss, look
What I just bought, uh
Duh, yeah balling just because
Duh, every chain at least a dub
Yeah, walking in, I make it flood
Duh, in the club I got my slugs
With some Crips and Bloods, duh
Yeah they show me love
Nigga, you's a scrub, uh, yeah you just a dub
Never gave a fuck, yeah
Boy you know whats up
Pulling in the foreign, uh, duh
You know that's us, uh
Y yeah that's me six chains, Mr t, uh, yeah
You know me smoking on the Russian Creams
"There go Glock", she's like
"man of my dreams", yeah
No I'm not, bitch, you ain't my cup of tea
No, I can't fuck with thot hoes i cannot go
Bitches jaw drop, hoe i got them knots, hoe
Riding Forgiatos, and dodging pot holes
Smoking on gelato, I hit the lotto
Cuban links white gold, II'm a light show
Tennis chains on froze, y-yellow and rose
Choppers like the gun show
They legal and stole
Hotter than the damn stove
Who left the eye on?
Diamonds dancing, pop rocks
Playing hop-scotch
Jumping out my wrist watch
Guess how much this cost
Could've bought a big house
But iced my wrist out
Never been a sit down, you're just a sit down
Why these niggas playing, yeah
They know that I'm spraying
Bitch, I've been the man since I
Had diapers in my pants
I can't make my mind up on
A Wraith or a McLaren
Bragging, I'm just saying, bitch
I'm playing with these bands
Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
Ain't no more Impalas
Foreign push to start up
Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
Uh, Big Glock, Don't know what you thought
Hoe so much guap, it hurts when I walk
Let my money talk, designer to the socks
Bitch, I love to floss, look
What I just bought, uh