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Kid Glo
1 2 3 4 Lyrics
[Intro]
Kid Glo babyyyy
Woaaahhh, damnn
Ohh, ooohhhhhhh
And I got 1 aye, and I got 2
And I got 3 aye, and I got 4
Got bands galore aye, imma hit the mall
Walk in any store aye, imma buy it all
[Hook]
And she wanna talk but I can't listen I can't hear it
All i talk is racks imma hold it up thats all im hearing
Diamond shine so bright i paid 10k just for this earring
We gone turn up tonight, yea i got a good feeling
So let's count 1 band, 2 band, 3 bands 4 aye
I cannot be arguing leave that shit at the door aye
I gave her a sip of my damn lean and she want more aye
I got too many racks on me i leave em on the floor aye
[Verse 1]
These racks going crazy, she wanna have my baby
I told u if u want me there thеn u know u gotta pay me
I been in this game so long you could call me McGrady
And i just wanna ball so hard i gotta build thе A-team
Oh my goodness, i like 50, 20s
I feel like Chief Sosa by the way im in my 20s
They asked me how much weed i smoke i told em i smoke plenty
My bank account was full i looked at yours and it was empty
Im hittin city after city, 50 after 50
My boys dont need a strap with them u know i keep it with me
And i keep some moncler on me in case if it get windy
Thats why i got this heater on me incase if it gets chilly
[Hook]
And she wanna talk but I can't listen I can't hear it
All i talk is racks imma hold it up thats all im hearing
Diamond shine so bright i paid 10k just for this earring
We gone turn up tonight, yea i got a good feeling
So let's count 1 band, 2 band, 3 bands 4 aye
I cannot be arguing leave that shit at the door aye
I gave her a sip of my damn lean and she want more aye
I got too many racks on me i leave em on the floor aye
[Verse 2]
I got too much guala, hand can't fit in my pocket
Im in Houston with the Rockets, bitch im try and stop it
I know ur pussy ass be plottin, yea u tryna stop it
But no no u can't stop it, coz i make too much profit
If u walkin in that door lil boy u know u better lock it
Like why u keep that Glock on u if ur not gonna pop it
My jewellery lookin so damn wet i think i gotta mop it
And i think my choppa gay i went and pulled him out the closet