Paroles de la chanson Glow Up par Kollision

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Paroles de la chanson Glow Up par Kollision

I don't need no light in this bitch
This motherfucking ice on
You dig
What the young nigga say?
FTF
Free the real, fuck the fake
QC the motherfuckin' label

Diamonds on glow up, neck wrist froze up
Hit a lick and don't fold up, show out when we show up
Damn the stripper bad but I really like the waitress
I be itching for that money, got no patience
Bad bitches greet me at the door, ice come with the makers

Diamonds on me hella froze, neck look like a glacier
Damn she suck me out my soul but shit I still can't save her
Hustled up for what I want, no handouts or no favors

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, bitches on my balls
Rich niggas hella pissed, they want me to fall
Shooters that just can't resist, waiting on me to call
Nigga playing crazy 'til we pull up, put him on pause
I got some niggas that's fresh out the wall
They tote a shake but a strap what it's called
Post in the trap with the dank in my drawers
We got the silkiest chalk like [?]

I won't fuck if she easy
Feeding the fam, bitch we feasting
All of my odds turn to evens
I like 'em glassy and [?]
Pull up on opps, they get speechless

Diamonds on glow up, neck wrist froze up
Hit a lick and don't fold up, show out when we show up
Damn the stripper bad but I really like the waitress
I be itching for that money, got no patience
Bad bitches greet me at the door, ice come with the makers
Diamonds on me hella froze, neck look like a glacier
Damn she suck me out my soul but shit I still can't save her

Hustled up for what I want, no handouts or no favors

Sky's the limit and I see it so vivid
I get the pack, the ground I drill it
Niggas spend all they cash on bitches
Niggas be hustling backwards, silly
Before I fuck on her, put on a jimmy
Used to eat China Wall, now we in Beni's
You either trap or you take 'cause you stealing
We grew up hard, can't help but admit it
Too much love get you killed, 2Pac Makaveli
I can't help who I am, I can't help but sell it
We got guns, they never see us, I don't think they ready
You know all my diamonds real bitch and I'm authentic

Diamonds on glow up, neck wrist froze up
Hit a lick and don't fold up, show out when we show up
Damn the stripper bad but I really like the waitress
I be itching for that money, got no patience
Bad bitches greet me at the door, ice come with the makers
Diamonds on me hella froze, neck look like a glacier
Damn she suck me out my soul but shit I still can't save her
Hustled up for what I want, no handouts or no favors

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