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lirik lagu jigsaw – key glock

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[intro]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas act like hoes
yeah, homicide gang, rolls suicide doors
uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold
i’m a big dog (yeah)
this b*tch say she want some glizock on her lip gloss (b*tch)
my b*tch b*tchin’ ’bout another b*tch, i cut that b*tch off
they like, “boy, you crazy,” spent six figures on a wristw*tch (yeah)
cutthroat la familia, i’m the point guard like chris paul (chris paul, b*tch)
paper route business, i’ll smoke you like a menthol (menthol, b*tch)
if a n*gga try to take some sh*t from me, i cut his wrist off (yeah)
[verse]
uh, fly n*gga with that bag, yeah, my b*tch miss claus (uh)
i cop yellow diamonds every time they have me p*ssed off (yeah)
i thought i told you once before, baby, i’m a big dog (roof)
these n*ggas tryna play games, okay, i’m the jigsaw (jigsaw, okay)
ayy, these n*ggas wanna play games, i’ma get ’em picked off
motherf*ck the fame, tryna let this sh*t keep gettin’ tall (yeah)
i thought i told you once before, i make plays like chris paul (yeah)
i had to let this lil’ b*tch go because she make my d*ck soft (yeah)
i had to let these n*ggas know they ain’t f*ckin’ with me at all (uh)
yeah, i be pourin’ fours on top of fours and i still stand tall (wock’, yeah)
and tell these n*ggas get up off my d*ck, that’s they b*tch job (b*tch job, stupid)
tell these n*ggas get up off my d*ck ’cause that’s they b*tch job (b*tch job, ayy, ayy, nah, for real though)
tell these n*ggas get up off my d*ck, yeah, that’s your b*tch job

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas act like hoes
yeah, homicide gang, rolls suicide doors (skrrt, skrrt)
uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold (baow)
(uh, heater on my waist and my heart so cold)
i’m a big dog (roof)
this b*tch say she want some glizock on her lip gloss (yeah)
my b*tch b*tchin’ ’bout another b*tch, i cut that b*tch off (yeah)
they like “boy, you crazy,” spent six figures on a wristw*tch (yeah)
cutthroat la familia, i’m the point guard like chris paul (chris paul, yeah)
paper route business, i’ll smoke you like a menthol (menthol, on my mama)
if a n*gga try to take some sh*t from me, i cut his wrist off (wrist off)
[outro]
glizock
yeah

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