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(Yo, Mannie) (Let the BandPlay) Glizock Yeah Yeah Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young nigga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) I'm one money-getting-ass lil' nigga, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow) Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?) Glock Yeah, yeah, Mister Shit On All His Opps Yeah, bitch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and Get That Shit Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (Yeah) Play with Glizock, then you're done Where I'm from, we shoot shit for fun Fourteen, smoking dope, shooting guns Yeah, fifteen, flipping Os or onions Sixteen, taking niggas' money Seventeen, had juggers jumping Eighteen, got locked up for hustling Nineteen, made a milli', motherfucker Letras de cancionesPaper Route business, motherfucker I handle my business, motherfucker Yeah, I get busy, motherfucker Just mind your business, motherfucker Run me my digits, motherfucker Can't sign no dealy, motherfucker Nah, I can't sign shit unless it's eight figures, motherfucker (The fuck?) Yeah, fuck all that, I ain't selling my soul I'll just go back to selling them 'bows I'm sticking to the code I'll never put a bitch before my dough, no This on my soul Everybody know that I keep this shit on and I keep one on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Everybody know Glock don't give a fuck about a nigga or his homie Self-made nigga, yeah, I'm a loner Who want smoke? Yeah, bitch, I'm a stoner Ayy, come get your bitch, man, you must don't want her Yeah, I beat that thing up and you know I boned her Hit it out the park, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a home run Now I got this bitch here gone-gone She said that she love me long-long Time is money, bitch I am addicted to hustling, bitch Remember them days I was struggling, bitch Fast-forward that, now I'm having it, bitch Yeah, winning, having this shit Money, choppers and choppers and shit I keep me a bad-ass addicted lil' bitch Keep somethin' on my hip and somethin' to sip, nigga, I got Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young nigga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) I'm one money-getting-ass lil' nigga, you know that I keep me a pistol (Baow) Yeah, I stayed down and my money got bigger, now they calling my Mister (Who?) Glock Yeah, yeah, Mister Shit On All His Opps Yeah, bitch, I'm Mister Flex a Lot Yeah, Mister Stack It 'Til It Rot Yeah, Mister Don't Care What It Cost Yeah, Mister Let that Chopper Talk Yeah, Mister Spend That Shit and Get That Shit Right Back ‘Cause It Ain’t Nothin' (The fuck?) Wockhardt all in my kidneys (Wock', Wock') I'm one hustling-ass young nigga, I got racks stuffed all in my denim (Yup, yup) Shit, for real, though Yup, yup Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania